Work Day

I walked in the room and smelled the morning coffee

A calm smile creeps across my face

I look at the barely moving clock as I start my workday

The ridged cardboard scratches my worn jeans

As my work day ends I feel the soft smack of the powdered snow

on my espresso scented apron

I breathe in the cool winter air

and with the neon signs illuminating my path

I make my way home