Are you free for a coffee?

I did an unthinkable thing tonight. You're probably hoping I jiggled the Professor but unfortunately no...instead I had a coffee from McCafe. Several years ago, during those desolate nights in interiors, I turned to Macca's to keep me awake in the wee hours, and my latte was so vile I vowed never to drink the stuff again. I remember it vividly - it was boiling, burnt and bitter. Horrible stuff, badly frothed and so bubbly you could bathe in it.

Tonight's coffee however, was a different story. Creamy, smooth and hot enough to last the walk back to campus without scalding the tongue and burning the senses. Neither did my heart pound nor my body buzz once having consumed this fine beverage (not that I need any additional stimulants where matters of the heart are concerned). Too bad it didn't really help my understanding of Logit and Probit though, but we can't have everything.

So I'm posting something I wrote while studying Literature during A-Levels. I have a strong affinity with cafe culture and a certain Coffee Bean beverage which I pine for occasionally. Sometimes Starbucks just doesn't do.

Patron of Coffee

A turn of the sign, another day
In the life of a lonely.
The door opens, and lights – on,
The newspaper arrives.

A man sits, regular in aspect,
Not in mind. His café latte,
Is placed afore him. One flick –
The cig is lit.

He is waiting, waiting for something
No one knows. A girl, a guy, a job, a day
As his latte cools – Diurnal.