The coffee machines we still love,
hiss and steam and measure cream.
Coffee fads make me want to scream:
“Joes, none of you are my beloved.”
–Lynne
The coffee machines we still love,
hiss and steam and measure cream.
Coffee fads make me want to scream:
“Joes, none of you are my beloved.”
–Lynne
Leaving me bored, lists of lattes
slow down the lines and make me late.
It’s a lottery ticket wait,
played at the local drinks cafe.
–Lynne