It’s been a year since we’ve been seeing each other
At least twice a week
We’ve had a good relationship for the most part
You say hello, I say hello
I place my order, you take my money openly
Yet, I am troubled
At the end of every conversation
You ask me my name
Do I mumble, do I look so different each day?
Or perhaps you have amnesia
So now I have no other choice
And now I’m giving different names
I am so sorry to do this
But I started with the J’s
And really hoping, I don’t get to the K’s
before you realize
I am the same customer who comes to you
At least twice a week
A poem to a Starbucks employee
