Coffee Shop Chronicles, Part 4
The barista doesn’t know
your name, but she starts
your drink as soon
as you walk in.
Of course, you don’t know
her name either, but you tip well.
This is what it means
to be the nameless god of caffeine
with a folded and jingling offering.
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love “a folded and jingling offering”
The “nameless god of caffeine”! Nicely done!
So the god of coffee DOES accept offerings. I always thought so… 😉
he nameless god of caffeine
It is so everyday. And relatable.
I am absolutely loving this coffee shop series you got going on, with every poem capturing a different aspect. I’m going to be watching for these!