The Road To Immortality

Began, for me,
As the frequencies of Teenager of the Year by
Frank Black or Francis Black or Black Francis of the Pixies
Streamed around me in the diner's atmosphere.

And I looked deep into the opening
Of a white stained white mug
Full of bitter bitter brown water.
Piping hot though.
With tendrils of steam that rose to meet
My one nostril that was not sealed shut
With congestion.