A feeling of cold leaves my body
Flowing away as I step to the counter
Just an extra large English Toffee please
Quick, something warm!
Sure, it might not be that cold outside
But I still need my morning hit
Of that sweet shit-coloured liquid
We've all come to call coffee
Could I get a refill?
Guy behind the counter just stares incredulously
At me, the customer no less
Caffeine doesn't jitter me
Cool wisps of steam rising from the cup
And the sweet aromatic scent however,
Jolts more shivers up my spine
Than any lover could
If you could choose any object to marry
Pick coffee right away, wouldn't you?
Don't get me wrong, I'd love going down on that
But we shouldn't have to pay for love
Having to gingerly leave it on the counter
Nothing sadder to look at but an empty cup
Buttoning up your jacket
Stepping outside