Your station, said Habit; get up!

I was dreaming, though, so Habit

Had to make me stand then pilot

The two of us up the steps.

 

He paused at the corner; crossed

Walked down a street; up another

Bought coffee, saying a few words

To John, the Greek vendor.

 

In our office he flicked on the light

My nose tickled; “It would be to much,”

Said Habit, “to make me sneeze for you too;

You do that; I’ll see to the coffee.”