Until the Last Drop

have you ever wondered
why cafe coffee is so
dripping of addiction
that elixir
one must consume
on the premises
in cafe bars of many
push, pull or turn the
just simply enter
that aroma that invades your
alerts your wits
to observation
when gossip circulates
words percolate
causing mouths to grin
and cups of coffee stand
to attention
masks begin to slip
and barriers weaken
where the ambience massages
your ego
until the very last drop
then you start to wonder….

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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