Helplessly, I saunter in and step into the line.
Drawn inside by the most innocent and simple sign.
I reach inside my pocketbook and quickly rummage through.
Finally, a dollar, to get my morning brew.
Intoxicating, rich and dark, I never can resist.
Penetrating every pore just like a lover’s kiss.
The line moves ever slowly until I’m there at last.
Underneath a magic spell the precious drink has cast.
Eventually, with brew in hand I’m quickly on my way.
Secure in thought that I can now begin my hectic day.
Liquid treasure in a cup that slowly calls my name.
Lost in sweet seduction, every morning it's the same.