Java Dream Poem by Matt Mondschein

misty morn'
the brew station
six a.m
grab the paper
still at war
no peace on earth
anymore

the aroma of burnt beans
perhaps seeds of Guatemala
rush through my senses

as I open the front door
I am floored by the aroma
fresh brewed to perfection

my java dream
carmel swirl latte
steaming on my lips
Just a brief moment
richness with heavy intentions
soothes my soul

customers from all walks of life
grab their start up
shuffling through lines
of desperation
for the first hit

perchin' in my corner abode
I feel
pure ecstasy
Justice
simplified, from a cup of
coffee