By Andrew R. Duckworth
I’m a regular.
I’m a regular at the coffee house nearby.
They don’t know me, they know my name,
But, all the same,
They treat me as their guest,
Doling out their best.
I’m a regular,
A regular at the coffee house.
I don’t request anything special,
Just my regular,
A large, hot Americano,
Each morning I ask for my regular,
Just the regular for the regular.