Java Dream
misty morn'
the brew station
six a.m
grab the paper
still at war
no peace on earth
anymore
the aroma of burnt beans
perhaps seeds of Guatemala
rush through my senses
as I open the front door
I am floored by the aroma
fresh brewed to perfection
my java dream
carmel swirl latte
steaming on my lips
Just a brief moment
richness with heavy intentions
soothes my soul
customers from all walks of life
grab their start up
shuffling through lines
of desperation
for the first hit
perchin' in my corner abode
I feel
pure ecstasy
Justice
simplified, from a cup of
coffee
poem by Matt Mondschein
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