LITERATI OF BACK STREET

Oh those cross legs
with coffee and croissant
For breakfast.
We stand at doorway
When water is boiling
And cups
Full of instants.
It is all instantaneous
To warm up
Before walking out
In the cold.
Don't slam the door
like the storm
Last night
Just one hit in wonderland
Then follow traffic
In the street of time
Before it comes
And thereafter.