The sharpened clink of a coffee cup,
as saucer and beverage interrupt.
A noisy blend of steam and grind,
so oft a harbor for the work taxed mind.
A rich warm fragrance fills the air,
of any café anywhere.
But you descend on dry-roast wing,
and fill my veins with pure caffeine.
You carry my troubles away from me,
Oh barista and valkyrie.