No, I don’t go for the coffee

I mean, I do like the coffee

But really, I just like to be there

A cup of hot bitterness

Smoothed with a splash of cream

Is my excuse

It’s away

Yet familiar

I surround myself with the bold aroma

The sounds of clinking cups

The beans grinding

I slowly sip for its warmness

With a book in hand

In order to outwardly rationalize

My presence in this place