Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: coffee

loud slurping noises coming from a brightly illuminated room,
where cups of black elixir sit on a rotating table,
waiting to be sampled, waiting to be judged by coffee professionals
that have tasted them countless times before,
but here the moment is again!
to cup; to score; to grow, once more

April 10, 2024

find another cup

rancid milk stains that won’t come out of my apron
no matter how much i wash them,
dried and crusty syrup splotches in my hair and down my arms,
and the whir of keyboards typing as college kids
type away their next great american tweet on their laptops
using the free wifi and refills,
though i’m not sure if anyone paid the electric bill

March 12, 2024

travel across the threshold

i don’t like flying,
or traveling,
or doing anything that inconveniences me,
or gets me out of my comfort zone,
but i might go there
if they have good coffee,
just so long as it’s not decaf