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gracie Dec 2021
2144 5th Avenue
nestled between red brick buildings
Harlem Blues Café, the gathering grounds
of quiet scholars and romantics chasing isms
for minds, fuel for weary eyes

all wanting the bitter taste, the smoking atmosphere
the burn, burn of espresso grounds
wafting on
idle chatter
        of indie darlings with pierced *******
clinging to t-shirts, jeans hugging hip bones
old men who bark at their tables, sputter
over the NEW YORK POST—an 80’s *****
passed away mysteriously—and suits
lingering in the doorway, cherry cigarettes
aglow in pursed
                          lips.
I am taking an order, slipping out bills
from a drawer and the woman
orders a latte “no foam” which is a flat white
but I won’t correct a customer

See, I am the barista of your dreams
your friendly caffeine pusher who brews
the strongest or perhaps soft love like
milk froth
        but I still forget about the foam
and now
you have to spoon it
                             off the top
Lisa Apr 2021
I could see it in his eyes
But then...
Ten seconds
The time it takes a shot to die
Or a moment to pass
دema flutter Oct 2020
settling for less is the war
everyone's trying to flee from,

but in fact,
settling for less is
an extra shot of espresso
in the coffee that we
drink each morning
in an attempt
to avoid being alone
for the rest of the day.
Yazad Tafti Jan 2020
sculpt you in the palm of my hand
chisel your most fragile features until i feel your raw
coarse frame
let your hair dangle until is grazes my ever so nourishing skin
that aroma...ahh the aroma of fresh cappuccino hinted with
a vanilla scent
you looked gorgeous in that lavender threaded outfit,
glitter and gleam for me my bedazzling
but why?

why did i splash just a hint of coffee on you this morning
help realize
the infinity of persistence
persistent cruelty
keep the coffee cold.
Yazad Tafti Jan 2020
sculpt you in the palm of my hand
chisel your most fragile features until i feel your raw
coarse frame
let your hair dangle until is grazes my ever so nourishing skin
that aroma...ahh the aroma of fresh cappuccino hinted with
a vanilla scent
you look gorgeous in that mahogany tinted outfit...fits you splendidly
(splenda)
your heating up . skin must not like the material.
remember when you said you lost my favorite pair of jeans at the dry cleaners?

anyways
my scolding coffee looks better on you than still in my cup.
coffee stains.
Orion Lesneski Sep 2019
Darkness,
There is nothing to see,
Pitch Black,
Only darkness surrounds me.

Coldness,
There is nothing to keep me warm,
Really cold,
Coldness surrounds me like a swarm.

No Cure,
There is nothing to help me,
It's a disease I can't get rid of,
And it's killing me.
Jenny Gordon Apr 2019
"...Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily/Life is but a dream!"  (Row, Row, Row Your Boat)



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCL)


Wash dinner dishes after dark for sense,
To rise and wash the dishes 'gain, t'avail,
In such wee hours tis night still in betrayl,
The hellish nightmare I was jolted thence
From for this lukewarm taste of what fr'intents
I like to think is sweetest minutes' pale
Chance, hark to rain cuz traffic'd shush in frail
Notes by, to trundle off to work, ah whence?
It's like our sleep was but a nap in tour.
And I half cherish that vague sense we knew
Ere dawn, as blueish twilight warms, astir,
Not lost in slumber, freighted chances to--
What, eh?  I do not know.  Espressos fer
Time to just savour coffee are good too.

04Apr19c
So there, I guess.  Or mebbe recite Ps 90 is it?  That part about "...we spend our days as a tale that is told--"
Jenny Gordon Apr 2019
Come, does the title recall a more familiar admonition?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXLIV)


Sip coffee from espresso mugs for sense,
Yes, cradling that wee tazo in betrayl,
To sigh that tis perfection thus, t'exhale.
Feign I don't give a hoot in sheer defense,
And how my niece plays with me til pretense
'Most carries off the trick like't could avail.
Ya, watch as she eats all my grapefruit, frail
Joys juxtaposed 'gainst what? til I'm blind thence.
I told myself "three days..." a week 'go, poor
As thinking I'll do better now.  The crew
Of crimson buds wink from the distance fer
Reminders leaves shall soon be fluttring to
Capricious winds in lieu of trash.  Bestir
Me to see far off, yet alas, t'won't do.

02Apr19d
Prithee, what's left to add?
Jenny Gordon Mar 2019
...grasping water that sifts through my fingers.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXXX)


I sip espresso Dad pulls, foaming thence
The milk to sheer perfection til t'avail,
While not adorned with artistry, the frail
Notes on that white crown look sweet for intents,
As he talks on--oh!  I forget what hence--
Til he's pulled his; and though winds howl, th'exhale
Chill like twould send warmth packing, how to scale
Our minutes are as erst...philosphy dense?
Not Shakespeare, nor sweet Shelley to demur
This feigned attempt at glory we'd accrue
By dint of "home barista" now as twere,
Or my half stylish gear the ladies do
But offer kind words for:  he lectures poor
Me as wont 'pon that scale to seek, LORD, You.

24Feb19b
The title's reference comes directly from the old photo album and the pictures my father snapped of his firstborn uncomprehendingly trying to grab the stream of water from the faucet.  My baby pictures.
Ori Valentine Aug 2018
I drank an espresso
And met with god
We talked of good days past
His son doesn’t call
My mom ****** me up
In his eyes we’re all just dust
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