Edward
Hopper and his hand
Showing us what
Coffee consumption
looks like, at 3am...
With a war waging on…
His stroke mastered the
Indemnity
Of the slurp,
The underlying principle
Of 24/7
Strangers screaming in silence
And soldiers savaged only hours
ahead
The lights of Gotham out,
The painting’s hollow illumination
As if it was all happening
between patron and comrade
server and those serving
The rest of the world asleep,
probably never wanting to rise
again
And those awake, just wanting a refill.
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