Aftertaste

My first attempt at poetry

Back in the day

this was the place to go

for the perfect coffee --

fresh out of the bag

Swooshes of foam mixed in,

white on dark brown,

sweet and pungent all at once

Heavy and light

simultaneously, somehow

The perfect coffee,

Back in the day

 

It's not perfect.

 

Still,

it’s not too bad, either

But no matter how many times

they make it over,

Something’s missing from it

Thirty years gone

and it still leaves a bad taste

in my mouth

Reviews

[Papaya]

I really like your first attempt. Leaves us with some things to ponder. :)

[Kelsey Ann]

I wonder what's missing, hmm...good write