T for Tom


Posted in poem by johnsontoms on May 21, 2014


All I can think of is coffee

Kaffee, café, kohv, кофе

With milk, sometimes sugar

Sometimes cold (rarely),

Like mine black,

Nothing added.


Maybe a cigarette.

Always a cigarette.

And away goes the static.


/Crackling plastic, sifting grain, running water,

*click* and then sizzling, drop drop drop/


In the cup, steam rising

So damn warm,

Smooth roasted, no filter

And then!


Espresso, cappuccino, latte

Yes please

Just give me the caffeine

And a little time to think.


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