Crack. Crack. Crack.
Crushing of the beans, the aroma in the room
subconsciously embrace that nutty taste.
Lured in by comfy seats,
take cover from the rain.
Smooth instrumentals, poetry to the ears.
Orders taken, quiet chatting,
sipping a daily coffee.
An eternal warmth, a lasting flavour,
instant relaxation.
Public but private
Indulge with great company,
A home away from home
A warm welcome, perfecting techniques,
An experience not to be missed.
Charlotte Anne Barker 