I’m not what you’d call a coffee snob
with a percolator on the stove
I don’t savour the aroma of brewed beans beneath my nose

there’s no gleaming stainless steel machine
just waiting to be used
for espresso, cappuccino, or those funny ones called pods

I possess no little doodad
to froth or steam it up
no filters that it drips through as it oozes to my cup

In my milk and water I pour powder
courtesy of Nescafe
for I like my coffee simple, a hot mug of chai latte.


Happiness is kind words from a friend …..

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