to the young lovers embracing on the corner: that's my love, fill your cup.
to the sneering blonde in the cab: that's my contempt, swallow it down.
to the perfumed suburban mothers and daughters at the train station: that's my contentment, have a sip.
to the homeless man begging on the sidewalk: that's my despair, take a swig.
to the woman smoking at the end of the bar: that's my lonlieness, knock it back.
to the musician banging out a beat on the subway platform: that's my passion, have a drink.