Bitter Black

A Poem

I sit here at the coffee shop

Brewing dark thoughts

As I wait for my cup

Of caffeinated sin.

Watching the steam ascend

Lifts my soul just a bit

 

I grind my teeth syncing

With blending coffee

A plastic cup was brought,

Filled to the brim

As my mood poured

Out of my mind fluidly.

 

The barista sprayed on its

Whipped topping facade,

Mirroring my own illusions.

I was handed the coffee,

Taking a sip, but no,

The topping can’t mask the coffee,

Bitter and black.