Coffee House

Cells and fibres exploding, consumptive thirst! Lip vibrate A leaf trembling in dry enegry of summer's sizzling heat Come turn to the modern oasis, the city's teeming spring We came like pilgrims to a holy place, or children drawn To village well, or city hydrant spewing, and through a glass door The electronic winter humming, the Coffee House. Not soda fountains, nor hot or cold brewing, the languid tongue Desires a purer drought, a drink in heaven's fair clouds wrought; restoring Vital urge, the passion of surging life, water simply sweet. Joy had it bottled like desire, some fizzed, mine drizzled cold Amidst the smiles of rejuvinated lives, a dew in every eye Rain in our desert dawned camaradie and Coffee House Water like a morning kiss, dripping to the tongue in bliss Passion sperming life again, cold glass on fingers flesh, the caress Of hope deep, deep beyond spine and brain, the Coffee House praise.