Caffeine Nation

There is a sound that needs to be identified with a word.

The sound that lifts from

A mug as a wave of

Seattle blend curves and

rides the walls until it

flattens around a rim.

The low tones that ride an

octave like an aria.

It’s a clarion call to

fold back a newspaper.

It’s music that sets up

an anticipation of deep

lyrics of a conversation.

It’s a chorus that arrives with

A smiling waitress singing,

“Here you go…need cream?”

There must be a word,

some sniglet that would

do it justice.

Arise, O caffeine nation,

and put a word to that

wonderful sound that spews

from a cup like waves

above an orchestra pit.

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