Cuban Coffee

Coffee. Coffee. COFFEEEE. Gimme coffee. I don't get really how it works. I can sit and drink hot water and get the same mental focus - until the stuff cools off and then I gotta re-heat it. But COFFEE's got its own heat - and with coffee there's, must be, something of a racing pulse, and if I over-load, an inability to concentrate on anything at all. I just don't really even fool around with writing unless I can ground myself in some coffee - but always after something at the reactor core - like Cheerios - but not too much of that, either, because I and Bob Dylan both "get bogged down" by eats. 🤪

There wasn’t any coffee in Cuba. There was a lot of stuff there wasn’t any of. Since Covid-19 swept the world, there’s even less in Cuba.

But this kid sitting on the typewriter is a piece of originality Cuba shared with me.

La Redaccion. A pre-Castro newspaper.

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