Coffee House

Helplessly, I saunter in and step into the line. Drawn into the store by the aroma so devine. 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.