Ode to Colada

Colada, café
Cubano, shots
pulled like redeye
flights, late night
adrenaline

and short sips,
cortado.

The Styrofoam
cup roasts
with Bustelo
metal and
stirred sugar,

until it blends
into my blood-
stream, caffeine
morphine.

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