Warhol @ Starbucks

The cold & rainy sleepless nights    
Return again the caffeine flights.    
   
He settles in, a shapeless hulk    
Who isn't there, it's just a husk.    
   
His double's doing all the stunts    
While real time is keeping watch,    
   
& passage shown on weary space,    
The shadow growing on his face    
   
As vacant gazing from his eyes    
Has turned around to look inside.    
   
And even then he isn't free    
With whom the one he wants to be,    
   
A distance measured in between    
The words that shuttle all unseen    
   
To waft into the bean's domain    
Through laptop letting in the pain.  
   
   
   
Image: wheel & cross