Anything but Vanilla
Posted on 21. Feb, 2010 by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Daily thoughts
Waiting patiently,
I found myself stumbling through idle thought.
A modest effort to curtail the agony of impatience
as I stood in line.
Quietly,
I thought within prison of urban music
quietly raining marketing into the illusion of my caffeine
A rustic reminder that this could go on forever.
A day passes,
and another
as I return to the vantage of always being last,
casually wondering if my good nature would wait any longer.
I finally dismiss the interruption,
Waiting feverishly for the substance I desire.
My mind focused; the obstruction gone,
as I order,
without further delay
anything but Vanilla.