Eight-line Poems

Coffee

Coffee

And I thought they liked coffee,
I thought it was caffeine kicked them into gear,
I thought it was hot, steaming, evil, black coffee
they liked, but how wrong I was,
they waxed lyrical telling of coffee,
praising its virtues, its morning boost,
I thought they meant coffee, but now it appears
they all drink cappuccino, whatever that is.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 11.08.21
Prompt: National Cappuccino Day.
Note: I have never been in a Starbucks. The reason is that they have a huge range of concoctions with strange names, none of which means a thing to me. It has always been apparent that, if you need a coffee, an honest, unadulterated, black coffee, Starbucks is not the place to go. If you wanted a shave, you wouldn’t visit a hairdresser, would you?