I walk in
Sweaty,
Per usual
I see you standing,
Leaning casually, I guess?
With your arms on the counter
Your beautiful arms on the counter
I don’t know if your name is Toby
or Tony or Tom
You scribbled it quite incoherently
On your name tag
But it doesn’t matter
You’re great
I stand in line
And rehearse what I have to say
To you
So I don’t faint
Under the spotlight
“I’d like a piece of apple pie”
“And a slice of your smile”
NO DON’T SAY THAT
Be cool
Be cool
I approach the counter
It’s finally my time to shine
But then I look
In your eyes
And immediately a John Mayer song
Starts playing
In my heart
Or is it over the loudspeakers?
I may never know
Your face made me forget
My own name
But apparently, I haven’t forgotten
the lyrics to
“Your Body is a Wonderland”
I wanted a caramel frappuccino
With extra whip cream
But instead,
I look off in the distance
And mutter
“One black coffee”
Because I’m mature and mysterious
Like that
You are unruffled and polite
You ask for “$2.25”
But you might as well
Have asked for my hand in marriage
Because you look like
Jack Sparrow
But with a couple more showers
And a shave
And nothing’s better
than that.
You hand me my cup
Quite promptly
Excellent customer service,
I must say
Even though the drip coffee here
Tastes like crap
It seems unsweetened
was a very bad choice
On my end
But,
I appreciate your efforts
Toby (Tony or Tom?)
You're an angel in an apron
And maybe one day
I won't have
Spinach
in my teeth
And I will be brave enough
to compliment you
on your
Well- moussed
Hair
And we will eat Skittles
and dance
But for now, I will
Sit and
Read my book,
Forever in admiration
Of how kind you are
To
every person you meet.
