Espresso's flavor
is like a graceful symphony;
always surprising
Outside cars drive by
going nowhere so fast and loud;
no time for haiku
Here is a painting
of a red rose, beautiful
as any three-D one
The swan coffeehouse
isn't the tables, art, or coffee;
more like an idea
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