Long Americano Poems
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We used to just have a cup of coffee
Black
Possibly with milk
Maybe with sugar
Mostly on Sundays and with cream as a bonus
Today they call it caffe latte or cappuccino
Americano for the purist
From a fancy machine
With intricate pads
Anytime everywhere all day long
Espresso and hard pressed for choice
Salted caramel mocha
Strawberry frappuccino
Machiato or Mochaccino
Did the wallet grow with the taste
But the ultimate gimmick on the luxurious decadence scale
Chewed and spit out seeds collected for Monkey Coffee or
Kopi Luvak or palm civet beans basically half digested poop
For one hundred dollars a pound I volunteer to add enzyme
And flavour to mucus secretion purely organic and human
Free trade maximum wage and organically tested intestines
At a price I would consider to s(h)it in a greenhouse in Iceland
Or gaze at Taj Mahal Paddington Station or the Eiffel Tower
Volcanic eruptions with Ricinus oil are available at a surcharge
Gluten free habitat and vegan production site can be arranged
Hypo allergenic and guaranteed lactose tolerant for milky coffee
The crap has no limits and animal welfare comes at a premium
Ingenious and indigenous I vow to cater for all upper class smells
Calibrate flatulence and ingestion ablutions elimination and harvest
So you my dear customer can metaphorically kiss my solvent behind
Who says that one cannot turn faeces into money by milking some fools
09th January 2020
A stammer has been mine all my days
in recent months therapy again did take
but fear ruled through many a situation
what's to do? zero as it couldn't even shake
Many branches of Costa coffee shops
but always busy queued up made me fear
my tongue would block not able to speak
this my thoughts filled my mind like a spear
I wanted so much this to overcome
just to ask for a small Americano that's all
surely now having had therapy so many years
try to believe I can do this climb this wall
An incentive too, get a Costa card
collect points every time I do buy
so I had a plan, to get my goal
nothing to lose, you're not going to die
So the week of the attack arrived
I set to do three Costa in that week
this I did on different days by bus
asked for a small Americano I did speak
Victory had been truly achieved
confidence was gained felt so assured
the Costa coffee I had earned to drink
enjoy it so much better having endured
i wanna dance the mambo,the cubin cuba mambo,
i wanna dance the cha cha,hip movements with the cha cha!
or maybe try the salsa, sensual is the salsa.
i wanna dance the samba,the fun brazilian samba,
or maybe the lambada,brazilian hot lambada!
argentinian tango,intense erotic tango,
or maybe the flamenco ,passionate spain flamenco,
may even try the polka,high energy in polka,
the czech bohemian polka
i wanna go and party,good time dancing the rumba,
latino americano,cubano,africano.
i wanna do the hip hop,hip hop hip hop don't stop
dance reigns in the ball room,
i will dance the Ball Room,under and above
with you i dance the Ballroom ,classic dance of love.....
are you ready partner?
-------charma
faint
sinew
Buoyant
Crema
Nutty
So
Sugared
Dark
Tart
Bean
Sup
Firey
Purr-
mm.
sip.
Sup.
Coffee Caramel Macchiato
Cubano Americano grains -sup
A earth in my mug ; -sip
Voyage over Nations -sup
Live, no fed sorrow -sip
Prickling mug.... -sup
Comfort blazing
In tip of my
soul
as I gain what they grow
windows
A cafe table by the front for light
people outside stop and talk, I catch bites
of their plans, their issues and moods, despite
the glass, and the curfuffle of indoor café life.
I’m having an Americano glacé
my preferred ‘pause-café’ focused break
a frosty iced-coffee sweet and sugary-brown
while this girl outside is having a full freakdown
I watch life’s tableau of complexity
through a café window, like a front row seat
Oh, the chaos I’m shown from my unobserved repose
“Ooo! the chocolat croissants, I’ll have one of those”
Are whispers magnified by glass?
you wouldn’t believe the secrets that pass
when people think no one’s listening
the gruesome details about lovers smashing
if it weren’t so titillating, it might be laughing
At some point I have to tune them out
with my laptop and AirPods, I shut out the crowd
but occasionally I pause and look up to see
my fellow students from the university
sharing their esoteric exploits unknowingly
I’m REALLY getting to know them - secretly
and these conversations are firing my libido
I’m very good at reading lips - lucky me.
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A song for this:
Messy by Lola Young
I'm Into Something Good by Herman's Hermits
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freakdown = combination freakout and breakdown.
smash = to have - come on - you know.
Rigmarole and bagels? Chewy.
Foolishness is hard to swallow;
Wrought iron gates of the cafe,
served up fresh with adagio;
Rippin’ through all that ivory,
nursing an Americano;
The musician in the archway
served up fresh with adagio;
Relax into the melody
seeping from the old piano;
It looks like such a rush to play,
served up fresh with adagio;
Cotton smile the vibe’s so easy,
good coffee is an instant flow;
They come for a sip and then stay,
served up fresh with adagio;
Framed with an untarnished palm tree,
a vampire-owned business will grow;
Dusk or dawn breakfast is all day,
served up fresh with adagio.
A tribute to the amphetamine of day
Caffeine in all its glorious forms
It’s legal it’s potent
Nobody hounds you
Scrutinizing your intake
Be it social or on your own time
Beyond espresso and the americano
My ultimate favorite being
Chocolate covered coffee beans
I can’t get enough
I love the jolt they give
Throughout the day
In addition to boosting energy
And stimulating metabolism
Caffeine reigns as a top effective pain killer
And that’s the story I’m sticking to
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2021
There’s starvation in Africa,
In other parts there’s drought,
Putin’s still in the Ukraine
Throwing his weight about.
The Barista in this cafe
Is really annoyed with me.
I’ve ordered a black coffee,
Apparently that’s not PC.
Global temperatures rising,
Polar ice is melting down
America has a President
Behaving like a clown.
I can have coffee without milk
Or a thing called Americano
But by the look on his face
He’d much rather I just go.
Just across the road
A lad was killed with a knife,
A bloke got seven years
For battening his wife.
I’m the despair of a Barista
And others such of his ilk.
I asked a simple question.
What colour’s coffee without milk?
North Korea’s still being bolshie,
China’s threatening Taiwan.
Half the country’s under water,
Way over there in Pakistan.
In Hull I’m causing trouble
By not being sufficiently PC.
To ease an awkward situation
I ordered a pot of tea.
A school of whales beached in Florida
A few more species went extinct
And, here, honours being even,
They at last served me a drink.
Sometimes, in the mornings,
The morning crows don’t sing—
Perched and preaching by a loblolly.
Breathe in this metanoia,
We all live for it.
And if the morning crows never reverenced,
Sitting at my doorstep,
Waiting for my feet to touch pavement,
I might’ve deemed you worthy of abasement.
But the morning crows chant my indiscretions,
To the man in the moon,
Too far to touch, too distant to see—
So I cannot tell him
Of my worries.
Fill up this cup with your americano—
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted of it.
The morning crows fear I will be different
When the sun sets
And daybreak ends.
So I hide in my sleigh bed,
Too frightened to tell you
That I am revolutionizing myself.
The morning crows now mourn the loss of youth.
As I settle down to become holy,
They sing my death—
Heedlessness,
Widening your eyes,
Sharpening your grin.
When I wane once more,
The morning crows will say,
They told me so.
Perched and preaching by a loblolly,
I am reclaimed, rosy-eyed.
Breathe in this metanoia.
We all live for it—
Having been brought up in the country
we had a dog, cats, and hut full of hens
my job was collecting eggs each day
not realizing these hens would be friends
The first thing I tried to make
would you believe was scrambled egg
on my first few tries cooked a flop
but practise helped to gain an extra leg
Through the years I've enjoyed eggs
whether fried, poached or an omelette
but scrambled has always come out top
my mum's version left me in her debt
My favourite scrambled is nicely firm
don't like them when soft and runny
at early morn like an Americano
with scrambled egg roll, I would affirm
So that sums up my favourite egg
these hens produce a great feed
think of the effort they give to this
three cheers deserved we all agreed!
( I was thinking the other night ' how do I like my eggs?' so this is the result of my thoughts upon this question.)