It's 10pm

It's 10pm and I'm drinking coffee
With 7 pieces of ice
A green straw
And the "have a good night"
Still ringing in my ears from the
Late night shift barista
I turn off my phone
Because I know whoever is texting me won't be you
And what's the point of getting my hopes up?
I stack the odds against me
So that just in case it works out
I can believe in miracles
I sat outside and found a penny on the sidewalk
It was face down so I chucked it across the street
So some kid can find it face up and make a wish
While I change the time on my watch to read
11:11 pm
Hoping to find a way to stop my heart
From feeling so worn down and exhausted
I keep tellin' myself I'm movin' on
But my feet keep stumblin'
I'm fumblin' around for the right words
Hope this coffee keeps me sane
Temporarily at least
Until I get back home
Where ever home seems to be...