Sniff Sniff Ahhh

Desperation sits alone
In a coffee shop by your house
Where the empty din surrounds, confounds,
Clutters the mind with mottled words,
And hides the collecting, ever growing,
Piles of shit that accumulate.

One step into the cold white world,
Will wipe clean with the whistle of the wind,
And the sloshing of the snow,
These warm coffee scents,
And their numbing effects,
Uncovering these mounds of crap once more.