you ordered "coffee incorrectly" on Amsterdam Avenue and the waitress grimaced "years of experience" I explained to you as she shuffled away, her soft white shoes sliding almost erotically against the blue and grey linoleum floor like a recurring theme through the Civil War "It isn't often that she receives permission to serve an item incorrectly" We conversed, lightly and aimlessly, about the nature of coffee incorrectly, the dark black overpowered by the milky whiteness and how, since you ordered it to be as it was, could it truly be called coffee incorrectly