Before the sun has risen, The man shall begin his morning. Opening a bag with beans that are hidden, A lovely aroma that brings a forewarning. Pouring whole beans into a hopper, The man begins the grinder dance. Twisting and turning in a fashion that’s proper, The hands of the man move in a trance.… Continue reading “Hello,” says the water.
From deep slumber awakes the morning man, To his phone that silently waits, Sent to him is a message for clarity, Messaged received, he knows what’s next. Undressed, unkempt, the sun welcomes the man, Undeterred by a late start, there’s still time, Tip tap the man types, Work has begun. Something is amiss, The man… Continue reading A Rushed Morning
Grounding, compressing, and coming to being, You are so precious yet make me so nervous, Twisting and turning and pausing my breathing, Please oh please extract to serve us, Loudly and soundly my machine will begin, Extraction and timing and with much endeavor, Coming together I start to grin, The dial goes up but stops… Continue reading A Sonnet to the Fear of Homemade Espresso