Coffee at Euston

An ode to bad coffee and why it is no longer romantic to await a lover in a train station

 Atop the spindly stool again

Train delayed by minutes ten

I sit in front of the greasy faucet

And ponder the arrival from Dorset

Great taste in every sense

The well meaning wall poster

speaks to me

A golden crema on every cup promised

But the brown fuzzy stain eludes me

And the great taste in every sense

Looks like old tea

And the taste eludes me

Like an old fence

Damn this miserable cup

How do I drink it so?

How can it be romantic to sit

In a railway station and drink

A coffee that makes your face

Go po?

Reviews

[Claudia Stark]

You paint a vivid word picture here love it.

[Miss Coral]

Great humor in this... loved the subtle imagery and emotions running through this.
Nice write. c:

[Brianna Brie]

Funny write and yes, I can relate not to a bad cup of coffee at the train station. Rather, romance and real life and how they just don't line up. Stellar write!

[Bubo]

cute!
I had a coffee in Euston waiting for an ex....still remember it, I was more nervous than anything,
but your right, the coffee is poo!
Great rhyming and humour!