Baaa!

There's a line. A line? There's never a line. Groggy, because it's early, and you think maybe it's not really a line. Mine eyes do deceive... but today there's a line. Right there. Closer. Closer. Careful. A line. The urn is empty. All the liquid is gone. But you need it. Everyone in line needs it. The people in front and the ever-increasing number behind you, all need that fix. Come on, man, brew! Brew faster, dammit. A few people walk away and pace. Some pretend to be interested in the fruit salad cups. Bah! Is it ready yet?

I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Pr shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait

And there it is, ready, ready, ready, closer now, next in line and you jam the syringe deep into your arm and ready to start the day.