Kevin, Stop Being a Coffee Snob

Orange crusted diamonds cover city streets

And when I gaze upon them

I’m reminded of the days we meet

In café’s in the suburbs,

Where the espresso’s always burnt.

You always want to argue

With the baristas

But I’d rather not have their ego’s hurt.

So instead you take the paltry

Coffee that you’re given

Knowing it’s not of quality

But, at least your mind’s still living.

“Unlike the tombs we see outside

This coffee shop each day,” you snide

The first time we came here

You asked me,

“Becky, why did you take me to a coffee shop across from a cemetery?”