Ode to Starbucks®

Bleary eyed,
In need of coffee.
We queue for our fix.
Quick!,
Bring me the frothy delight.
Surround me with chatter,
The hum of grinding,
Music I’ve never heard.
Teach me a language only the angels behind the digitized screen will comprehend.
Hues of viridian and burnt umber
Serve as the flag of this land of morning.
Here I feel at home,
I feel content,
I feel safe.

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