For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
As I go to work at my silly part time job, this poem comes to mind.
I will be pouring coffee for eight hours and smiling.