Six o’clock am. <br />The early morning crowd starts to pile in. <br />The cashier starts to take orders from the sleepy customers <br />Wanting to wake up for their long day of work. <br />Finally, it’s my turn <br />I’m so hungry, but I’ve only got 5$. <br />What should I buy? <br />A nice strong cup of coffee? <br />Or maybe a nice, fresh doughnut? <br /> So many choices, but what to choose? <br />The line-up starts to get restless, they need their coffee. <br />The cashier asks me: “What’ll it be? There is a line-up you know.” <br />I make my last-minute decision, a large cup of coffee. <br />I go and wait by the barista counter, waiting for my coffee, thinking about work. <br />Then, it happens. I had reached for my coffee too quickly and <br />SPLASH! <br />Oh no! I spilled coffee all over my suit! <br />I must go home and change! <br />I walk outside. <br />It’s warm out, like coffee. <br />Now, it looks like I’ll be late.<br /><br />Mr. Awesomesauce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-t-write-a-poem-about-starbucks/
