The Morning Drink
Enticing all from morning to night
On every street corner you will find them there
Never will you see them bare
The mono brand has arrived
while the smaller guys have not survived
small, tall, grande
how do you want your latte?
light milk, soy, half cream
they know all about their drink it seems
coming in from work, two or three times a day
lining up to recite their usual and pay
the same people come and go
it is like a clockwork show.
So many brands, so many choices
Each shop filled with international voices
Paper cups with black text
Showing which box is checked
Making sure they have the right coffee
To get them through the long day you see.
Who would have thought how fast these shops have spread
Especially in a nation where tea was said
To be the most popular drink for all
And now coffee stands are seen down the Mall.
Who drinks tea now? It is hard to think.
Everyone seems to need their coffee fix
It makes me wonder where we would be
If the coffee shops disappeared so very quickly
Everyone walking around blurry eyed
Never waking up, always tired
Like zombies swaying to and fro
The coffee has filled the black hole
Which existed long ago
But that is in the past and it is here to stay
So let’s grab a cup on get on our way
A Bird’s Eye View
Workers lined up two by two
There are so many in the queue
What are they all waiting for?
It must be something important
as there are so many more
joining them in this strange line
That goes all the way down platform 9
8 o clock and the queue is getting bigger
It has grown by hundreds in such a short space
But they all seem to know their place
Mrs Smith with her pearls and shiny suit
And matching shoes to boot
Standing by the coffee stand
With her Chanel bag in her hand
Mr Jones over there by the vending machine
He always looks so pristine clean
He reads the metro while he waits
Trying not to get irate.
What is that I hear?
Oh it soon becomes clear
A distant sound getting louder and louder
And then the big long train appears
The queue of people shuffle about
They get ready to shout
If someone stands in their way
As the doors open they push and push
Hoping to get a seat on this expensive route.
The train leaves the station
But there still seems to be a whole nation
Left on platform 9
They have formed orderly rows
Which seems to grow and grow
No matter how many trains pass by
They are always people left waiting high and dry.
The funny thing is, they don’t have a clue
That I am up here, watching from my bird’s eye view.
