A STARBUCKS CUP—
IT’S HOT.
IT’S WHAT I’VE GOT
IT’S AN ESPRESSO SHOT MIXED WITH MILK—
AND SUGAR AND HAZLENUT OR VANILLA OR MOCHA—
IT HAS SPRINKLE WITH CINNAMON
ICE—
STRAW—
WHATEVER-ETC.
IT’S SO TASTY—
IT GIVES ME A JOLT.
A RUSH OF EXHUBERANCE
IT PUTS A PEP IN MY STEP AND IS REFRESHING.
BY HELPING ME WITH MY ATTITUDE AND SENSE OF WAKEFULNESS AND ATTENTIVENESS, THIS TASTY FOUR DOLLAR CUP OF ICED COFFEEE PROPELLS MY DAY THROUGH THE NEXT HOUR—
THROUGH THE NEXT MEETING
THROUGH THE NEXT SUBWAY RIDE,
THROUGH THE BUS TRANSFER—
IT HELPS MY ATTITUDE WITH CAFFINATED/
KNOWLEDGE OF CAFFEINE
THAT IS IN MY BODY
AND SUGAR (ETC.) (OBVIOUSLY IT HAS ITS EFFECT)
(ALSO CAFFEINE HAS BEEN WELL DOCUMENTED IN ITS EFFECTS)
ETC.
BUT, IT’S ALSO JUST THE UTTER QUALITY OF THE PRODUCT—
THE RICHNESS,
THE ROAST—
EVEN THE DESIGN OF THE CUP,
THE BROWN CORRUGATED CUP HOLDER
TO INSULATE MY HAND,
THE LOGO THAT LOOKS LIKE IT COULD HAVE BEEN SILKSCREENED, ETC.
WHATEVER—
READER—
YOU CAN TELL I’M EXAGGERATING, BUT ITS TRUE
I’M JUST TRYING TO SPECIFY
WHAT-IT-IS
WITH THIS SCRAWLED PAEN.
DO I WANT TO HAVE A NICE COFFEE?
IN SUBWAY?
ON BEACH?
ON AIRPLANE?
YES.