Caffeine Time Holes

I went back to Starbucks today. Experienced anti-amnesia. Three weeks gone, but they didn't say, "Where ya been?" They just said, "Hi Keith. Tall Verona?" It was as if time had stood still since my last visit. The man reading the newspaper seemed suspicious. Something is wrong, and I don't like it. The repetition in song and flavor is like the creeping patterns that grow on petri dishes. Like the jet view of the rows of houses crawling over the mountains in Pasadena. Not under bright lights, but under the light of a late night 40's caper.