Coffee Date

A Poem by Eric G Muller

A 4 footed shoe-sigh
On Banjo Café’s welcome mat
tugs at 2 cups, brown,
waiting to fill with
the thrill-screech
of fine foam, white;

shot with double
espresso, black,
to secrete change.

Soon thoughts link arms
and tongue-tips touch,
waltzing around in
uni-chamber, pink,
while the future
stirs in secret.

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