I am the world's last barista poet.
Can I get three lattes, a double mac
two flat whites and a long black?
A queue at the door at five minutes to eight,
we don't do skinny and it won't help your weight.
You pour in the shop, two, three times a day
still after two years, we have nothing to say.
We don't do soya or chocolate or teas,
yes you're the customer, but we're not out to please.
Steaming milk and pulling shots
my honest objective is scoping who's hot.
Intense concentration on making your drinks,
just that bit braver and I'd give you a wink.
Maybe even write my number on a cup,
is it that easy to get a caffeine fuck?
Rubbish I know, you're not here to see me
I'm over the counter, but you're here for coffee.
-Zoe Langdell
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