Coffee Temperature

for Tammy @ the QFC Coffee Bar in Enumclaw, Washington

I sit and drink my coffee in her booth
I sit to watch her beauty, that’s the truth
She warned me that the coffee might be cold
But I have found the warmth and I am sold
She doesn’t see me watch her take a sip
Her cup contains the smallest coffee drip
Her mouth is full; she wrinkles up her nose
The coffee must be warm then, I suppose
I watch her do the same at every pot
and wonder if the coffee all is hot
In every taste she takes I laugh inside
in awe of what must be her “coffee pride”
I see her Name is Tammy, and I thank
her tasting of the coffee in each tank.

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