Yellow Bourbon E-
special
Ethiopia Yirgacheffe
as well
their green beans turn
to brown
in the oily smoke
with a cra-cra-
crackling sound
coffee
over the stove-top
it’s Espresso
that gets me
wired
here’s a batch
of beans
green-to-brown them
turn the heat
much
higher
grind them
start the day right
percolate
the bubbling growl
give me give me give me
coffee
don’t make
a grown man …
a-a-a a-wooooo
a-a a-wooooo
don’t make a grown man
a-wooooo woo-woo-woo
for my
coffee
© Frank Prem, 2017
Poem #13: thwocking turbulence
You had me at bourbon and coffee. 😃
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Alas, they’re only beans, but pretty heady, regardless.
Thanks for reading.
Cheers,
Frank
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Cute
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As a coffee lover this is paradise in a poem! I am brewing my cup now! lol
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I love the grumbling of the espresso machine on the stove top. It has moods, I swear!
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lol….I know! I love it!
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Reblogged this on Wanda D. Jefferson and commented:
Frank Prem talks coffee…….
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Thank you Wanda. Who can resist a good coffee – even if it’s just a poem, hey?
Cheers,
Frank
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yw…lol…blessings!
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Love this! So different, I love a bit of poetry.
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Glad you enjoyed. Thank you.
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