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Ode to the humble coffee machine Fan Story
I sing of thee
The humble coffee maker
Almost everyone has one
A coffee machine.
Be it a Mr. Coffee
A drip coffee pot
A French press
An expresso maker
An industrial old school dinner style
Or the hip Kroeung
Every kitchen has one.
The Coffee machine
Does its thing,
Making hot delicious tea
Or coffee on demand
Just the way you like it.
Everyone has their preferences
Some like it cold-brew
Some like it decaf.
Some like it fully brewed
Some like it hot
Some like it iced
Some like it instant.
Some like it from Starbucks
Some like it from
the neighborhood joint
I like it from Peets.
The best coffee shop
In the U.S.
Proudly born in Berkeley.
The mecca of American coffee shops.
The city that started it all
Announcing to the world
"We don't serve
'Establishment coffee.'"
My coffee maker brews up
A fully load cup of pure joy
Coffee, nutmeg, cinnamon,
Yogi tea
Topped off with milk.
Then for the second round
Black as my heart
On a dark morning.
Afternoon it brews up
A sunny optimistic cup
Of herbal tea.
But it does not help me
In the evening
As it does not make wine
Or booze
Could make me a cup
Of Irish coffee
When I am in the mood.
I still love my simple
Coffee machine robot
And it loves making me
My morning cup of cosmic Joe.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a free verse poem about a prized object of any kind. No rhyming patterns. |
Author Notes
Yet another coffee poem. God, I either write coffee poems or love poems or both occasionally about other things.
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