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THE COFFEE BAR
It's where I go
to find my flow.
The coffee bar
is where you are.
With forearms bare
you kind prepare
my day's request,
exchanging jest.
I hear the 'whoosh'
come like a flush
as you serve me
variety
of a flavour
I could savour.
Your tone of skin
is so matching
what's in my cup
when it's milked up.
to find my flow.
The coffee bar
is where you are.
With forearms bare
you kind prepare
my day's request,
exchanging jest.
I hear the 'whoosh'
come like a flush
as you serve me
variety
of a flavour
I could savour.
Your tone of skin
is so matching
what's in my cup
when it's milked up.
Published 3rd Jul 2024
Author's Note
Imagining myself a customer at a barista bar. Dedicated to Poetic Gawdess after reading her poem Barista Flow.
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3rd Jul 2024 8:28pm
Hey Sol, digging this rhyme! Well done.
xoxo,
~ (everyone’s favorite barista) P.G💋
xoxo,
~ (everyone’s favorite barista) P.G💋
