I like the buzz of the coffeehouse, <br />soothing to the ears, <br />and the quiet, classical music, <br />and the coffee-grinder's gears. <br /> <br />I like the marble conter-tops <br />like Italy come west, <br />and the native art from the coffee lands, <br />bringing my mind to rest <br /> <br />so I can get down to business: <br />lubricant thoughts that come, <br />and the lubricated flow from my pen, <br />amid this pleasant hum.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-peets/
