re: the coffee

While we sat there, suddenly the room was filled with all these people. Neither of us knew where they came from, the room, previously nearly empty was full. People couldn’t sit, they had to stand by the walls. And then we heard it.

The Christmas songs. Elsewhere in the room three people dressed in Santa outfits sang Christmas songs. One looked deeply ashamed, one played the accordion like a man not possessed but with a feeling anyway. The girl though. She looked possessed. By the Christmas spirit or drugs, I don’t know. But she was scary. It will haunt my dreams, and let me tell you, I don’t need them more haunted. I got haunted up to my neck.

I just wanna go back to the blue room…