In Desperate Need of Coffee

It was early in the morning on a foggy Saturday.


The remnants of the night before were sprawled across the street.


From cigarette butts to club wrist bands.


All showing signs of overuse or misuse.


The only company he had was a jogger, just finishing up his early morning run.


Street cleaners worked anxiously to shake out the rest of the urban decay before the rest of the city's inhabitants awoke from their deep sleep, or lack there of.


He had tried his best not to go out the night before.


But his addictions and restlessness got the better of him.


Not even a scalding hot shower could cover up all the evidence.


His clothes still carried the aroma of liquor and smokes.


His shoes were sticky, and the one on his left foot was missing the laces.


What little sleep he got was made clear by the deep circles under his eyes.


Surely he would receive stern looks from the rest of the staff upon arrival for his weekend double shift.