Here's Looking At You, Seattle.

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an ode to Starbucks

you greet me in the morning,
standing steady on powder springs rd.
as a line of cars file past,
their proverbial nose to the proverbial
grindstone.
and I see you, with temptation
and seduction reflecting
from your windows -
or is that just the rising sun?
it burns my eyes in a way that could be
either.
but when I allow myself the luxury
of a cafe mocha - tall, for you
are rich and heavy,
and overwhelming to my small,
caffeine addicted heart -
i know that heaven is
here, heating my hands as
i walk back to my car.
heating my hands through the
brown cardboard ring that hugs
my cup, with a green goddess
of java sitting serenely in the center.
some say you are overpriced.
some say you are but a
play on the yuppie’s desire for
coolness and empty wallets.
they ask,
can you not make it at home,
for some much cheaper than you pay?
but I say to them,
is 2.78 too much for this
16 oz. paradise?

every morning at 8 am?
yes, it is too much.