Costabucks
Starbux
Someone sniffs cellophaned sandwiches,
a woman in sparkly pumps reads the ‘daily offerings’ board
then turns away; her eyes flick over cakes and pastries,
bars of rocky road. The jazz plays on
and customers come, pushing through the bright day,
all its steady radiance.
They leave with coins and quiet thanks -
cradling cups of steamed milk, syrups, small faiths.
I prefer my coffee strong and black!
ReplyDeleteLovely writing as usual.
Kind thoughts
thanks..still haven't got the last line right but will leave it a week or two..
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