A poem about cold coffee and a reminder of the delights of this delicious drink.

cold syrup

drips

tongue

cheek

mouth

throat

it coats teeth

taste buds

toffee

candy

cherry

liquorice

chocolate

plum

exotic

intoxicating

crop of farm

to cup

slow contemplation

early morning

routine

social adventure

better than tea.

Sounds and words by b Wrauley

Music by YACHT

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