time to wake up
 to a coffee house
  that a true yuppie
   can be familiar with
to a slow going
 place across 
  the street
   of king Starbucks
this old place;
 the people usually 
  richer than the coffee
   but that's ok
it's a daily routine
 every morning
  before work
   several cups 
    of caffeine

ordered in front and behind
 I wait for my chance
   to savor the life-giving
    black aroma...
but hinted from a familiar smell
 I turn to see her table-leeching
  just in time for another sigh
   worried wonder filling the mind
why does she work here
 so early in the morning
  underpaid, 
   under appreciated
what motivates the intrigue,
 a delicate soul,
  a intelligent being as her
   to go on with life
    ahead of fatigue

under black & white 
 frantic penguins
  missing 8 o'clock deadlines
   does she slave labor
birds like me I guess
 just can't understand
  while flying inside
   part of the flock
her sweet smell can't be stained
 by the black death dehydrator
  she deserves better than this
   I will save her~~talk to her!
huh? "a café mocha freeze..."
 it was time for some change
  it was a warm summer morning
   a new day for her and me
    yeah.."make that two please!"