morning coffee
we all head to the cafeteria together
a herd of computer nerds
joking, freshly bathed, well rested
we past the security desk and Fred says
“Hello Waldo!”
The plump guard looks up from his paper and grunts a response, then gazes at the monitors briefly before returning to the sports section
then we are out, walking across the lawn
It’s so good to breathe fresh air, even just for a little while
we enter through the double glass doors
and the smell of a bagel being toasted,
sizzling sausage
and yes, what we came for, the wafting aroma of freshly brewed colombian java...