Caffeine...

Being fully drenched
With a coffee thirst went
To that shop...pushing in the glass
And at the corner thought would pass
The evening with smoke and drops
That put opaque peculiar shots
On the oval table top
And then your polished nail
Tapped...
Double red marquee on the wood
I glanced upward...and saw you...
Smile kind of slight...
A thin layer of moisture
On face...under the designer small but sharp light...
Enough for me to shift
From coffee smoke to take drift...

And a few paces away...
The whirling sound of a machine
That conjures the perfect brew
For like me the thirsty few
Signalled green...
certain signs with practised hand
were made on the choco cream...

It was still raining hard
Through the glass the city looked blurred...
And the coffee smoke from the cup
Before getting mixed with the captive air
Penciled a sketch...
Of a face...

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