Coffee For Poetry

COFFEE FOR POETRY

Java beans, rust brown and bitter
Roasted,crushed,deprived of glitter,
Pulsed through steam and filtered fine
In tiny cups, their tastes combine.
Eagerly we sip the brew
To energise our point of view.
Who rates the latest arty print
Of tiresome old Russell Flint?
Where are the writers of our times?
Gone like Proust to warmer climes.
Such empty chatter spoken loud
Is Caffeine’s power, strong and proud
This banter from these dullard’s brains
Is nothing more than coffee grains
Once brewed and dripped into their mind.
It lasts just minutes, drinkers find
And goes as flat as grounds that stay
Discarded on an empty tray.