Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: coffee

the coffee bean that grew up without oxygen

the latte i made for myself tastes weird,
and i can’t quite diagnose why,
though maybe it’s because i’ve grown tired of all the anaerobic naturals
coming out, and all i want is a bold, washed coffee,
or at least a pulped natural,
but none of this double fermented crap that’s kept in oxygen-deprived
barrels for 72hrs and told that its mother plant doesn’t love it anymore

an expensive brew

i brewed a cup of expensive coffee,
how much, you might ask,
well, i’d prefer not to get into that,
but let’s just say that if i had kids (which i don’t, thank goodness),
then they probably wouldn’t be going to college

a weird little cup of a frenchman’s coffee i was served

a frenchman served me a cup of coffee
while vaping and puffing out watermelon-raspberry scented smoke
in little shapes that seemed like they were pretty impressive,
but i also see shapes in clouds,
so it could be all the work of the vapor, i don’t know,
the jury, or in this case, the frenchman
is still out