Drop by drop
the daily grid
fills my cup
and perks my mind.
it's heady aroma
thrills me still
as i hand the barista
a ten for the till.
A dash of cinnamon
just for the taste
as my mocha-latte
makes a trip to my face.
My steamed milk mustache
mirrors my smile
as my favorite chair beckons
me to stay for a while.
I nod to a friend
in the usual crew
and sit back to savor
my coffee-licious brew.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
Drop by drop
the daily grid
fills my cup
and perks my mind.
it's heady aroma
thrills me still
as i hand the barista
a ten for the till.
A dash of cinnamon
just for the taste
as my mocha-latte
makes a trip to my face.
My steamed milk mustache
mirrors my smile
as my favorite chair beckons
me to stay for a while.
I nod to a friend
in the usual crew
and sit back to savor
my coffee-licious brew.
ok, so coffee-licious is not a word, but I think it should be!
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