Sandals

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The tanned leather mules    
have molded to the curves, bumps,
and horrors of their master.   and this is funny cause people do abuse their feet huh?

Their slow trod is rhythmic  this combine you to the sandals, like a sword an extension of the weilder
with a wobbling hungover grace
that breaks at regular intervals
for cigarettes and rest.  cigarettes is kinda foreshadowing

It’s morning,    
and the coffee house  
is in a desert.

this could be taken so many ways!  immediately you put us in the desert with mules and their masters, but don't reveal the setting until the end.
makes me feel a long hungover walk to get, coffee, thank you!