The Coffee Poet
The line is out the door again,
I stand in line on Java Lane,
But my senses are waking as I sniff the morning brews aroma,
I am starting to come out of my coma,
There is longing arising in my throat
And this charming shop has my vote,
Java is my passion Joe as you may have ascertained,
Can you hear the morning call from my thirsty veins?
In the sweetness of the brew
I see the teamwork of the crew
As I drink, I lose my harshness,
Melting away in velvet darkness
And I can shine again today,
Because I stopped for a coffee and a cliché.
Michelle Reid
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