Cold morning, crisp grass
Down the stairs, in cosy socks
Click to your button, beep in response
Familiar Sound, dopamine rocks.
Trickle trickle, patiently waiting
Smooth dark anticipation
Smells of nostalgia,
And sweet appreciation.
The morning treat
The afternoon saviour
The evening meal finale
Your chameleon behaviour.
The time has come
With you our minds nestle
Deep, moody notes of warmth
Bellow out into the vessel.
Warming mug, teasing, flirting
Aromatic scents, spicy and hot
The promise almost better tasting
The time has come thine coffee pot.
– Lisa Huntington
Coffee Shop Brunette 