Coffee Game
Choices assault my senses,
coffee hot, cold, sweet, bold,
but she doesn’t even look
at the menu overhead.
She stops her sentence,
I halt my thoughts. Will she
give in to the aroma and pull
of the pumpkin spice latte..
mocha she says without a blink,
it’s always mocha but I always hope.
8 comments:
Gotta love a mocha woman! You could do an entire book, I think, Judy, on your coffee house adventures.
Fun Judy. Is this someone you see often in the coffee shop? Or have you split yourself in two here? LOL
Makes me want to spend some time in a coffee house. Well expressed. Glad you are blogging again.
This is my cousin, Peggy. She is definitively a Mocha Woman! :)
I SO KNOW!!!!!!! I am that person: all of the possibilities but for me it's always pumpkin spice latte...........if it aint broke, dont fix it, hee hee.
Some habits are hard to break, although the pumpkin spice latte is delicious.
I love the smell of coffee..your poem brought me that delight...I love mocha, but Fall hooks me with pumpkin spice.. :)
I was in the shop with the smells and the sights and the thoughts. Excellent.
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