Java Poems V

The bucks
strip sweet
Java,altering
a long tradition,
of its delicious
joy; of its pride.
Mud of the God's
take me away
from this horrid
world.

Stark House
of
Coffee

A wanting coffee house
is like an empty nest.

No one to care for.
No one to warm up.
No one to entertain.

What a Shame.

Barista Unknown

The scent of
Costa Rican
and Sumatra beans
saturates the
morning air.

Thoughts of
a final passion
circles the
minds drain.

The winters
chilly fair
puts the
owners in a
massive strain.

Hard work
is no dare;
unfortunately
right now
it feels
all in
vain.