Oh mother- oh dear!
Coffee is his game,
I confess,- coffee's not to blame!
Coins in my pockets collect,
Another visit- I'll see him yet.

Walk in with a friend,
Anxious thoughts I send.
Shaken to see- there, there before me!
Behind cashier, my mind in glee, oh it is he!

Face aglow; it's mine and my own.
It is him, do I dare?
Know him, resist a stare?
Oh but this coffee ensnares!
Why should I care!?

Given to me, Cafe au Lait blend,
Happy hour passes, mother around the bend.
Giggles and smiles myself and my friend,
Coffee from him this night- a perfect end.

Take my currency, touch my hand
These moments...
Hourglass, fleeting falling sand.