Every morning wakes
With the flirtacious drip
Into the coffee pot
The hiss of steamed milk
Rumbling t-cranes
And hydraulic lifts
Brewing up and brining down
And a screw
On the steel mill floor
Falling, falling, falling
Give me coffee
Dark, thick, and
Black as night
Give me your machine
I am the coffee maker
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