- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Barista
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Click hereDelivering
a jolt of
black addiction,
as precious as gold
with a silver smile,
brightening mornings
more with the laughter
than the latte,
she sings
below the hiss of the steam.
Not realizing
that on this bleak Monday morning,
it's me she's singing for.
Voice contagious
with the sunshine
the clouds are hiding,
taking the edge off my June gloom
with the promise
of hot vanilla chai
and a soft sung smile.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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duddle146about 17 years agoPicture of early morning cafe ~ with the smell of coffee brewing.
LeBrozover 17 years agoA little morning cheer to lighten your day from that cheerful gal at Starbucks.
LadyJeanneover 18 years agohow you notice a small moment, savor it, and bring it to life in your poetry. Thanks, LJ.
sackover 18 years agovery effective and well written! Thanks for sharing this gem!
Dar~almost 19 years agoI think you may know me. Its funny but I always sang when I made espresso. I loved the aspect of being the beginning of someone's day. Thank you for showing me this.
~hellbaby~almost 19 years agoA nice eye opener this morning as I head out for a triple espresso. It takes a certain type of person to sling morning hash and they can make or ruin your day!
