The coffee maker broods
A lowly hush
Apart the music sweeps
Across the room

The night befall yet daybreak never stalls
That seamless time
Be more but none
The tenure of our minds

Be here we still the life we love
No more than just a day
At star bucks
Sipping tasteless gilded cash

That love of life
To choose this box
To cage, to hide
To this that sweet, sweet folly
Man has ever begot

Much like this tasteless taffy
Or rather perhaps too sweet
That I for one
Deprived of senses past
Am left to see these faceless hacks

Listen intently
The noise gets louder every time
That my friend is the sound of people
Each with their own affairs in mind