Kafka’s Coffee Cup
A poor petitioner spoke unto a grille;
His need was simple, coffee ‘gainst the dawn.
A voice metallic, disembodied, chill
Chanted a liturgy through the speaker ‘phone:
“And would you like some sweetener with that?
Sugar? Or chemicals, yellow or pink?
Creamer, perhaps, no gluten and no fat;
The selection is yours; what do you think?
“And, oh, yes, would you like to supersize
Your order with a little bit of nosh?
A doughnuts or bagel, some curly fries,
Or a croissant with cream cheese, by gosh!”
(The reader pauses, then speaks the last two lines slowly)
Years passed, as did this tale of Kafka’s woe:
He died while waiting for that cup of joe.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Kafka’s Coffee Cup
A poor petitioner spoke unto a grille;
His need was simple, coffee ‘gainst the dawn.
A voice metallic, disembodied, chill
Chanted a liturgy through the speaker ‘phone:
“And would you like some sweetener with that?
Sugar? Or chemicals, yellow or pink?
Creamer, perhaps, no gluten and no fat;
The selection is yours; what do you think?
“And, oh, yes, would you like to supersize
Your order with a little bit of nosh?
A doughnuts or bagel, some curly fries,
Or a croissant with cream cheese, by gosh!”
(The reader pauses, then speaks the last two lines slowly)
Years passed, as did this tale of Kafka’s woe:
He died while waiting for that cup of joe.
cf. Das Schloss