Starbucks Coffee/The Coffee Bean

starbucks cafe the boy looks into the eyes of the man as he looks into his cups of coffee from which both draw their passion their fingers stir a storm both prefer to weather by themselves the girl looks into the straining eyes of mom limpid, brown, a shared centrum they can hide and blend their feelings so that they do not spill over both understand why the bitter side of a beverage is sometimes the most tempting and fulfilling a woman with crisp english works hard to impress a young british manager in an engaging interview their conversation often hitting a pleasant high note with short bitter sweet intervals both intelligently hold off with bursts of laughter the conversant woman recalls every place she had worked from Hong Kong to New York, and London, taking the world around him to show him how she could he his piping hot tea or coffee which ever he prefers the waitor and a regular guest eye and give each other a cryptic smile as a new jazz fusion tune trails the air a cup of fresh brewed brazilian without much waiting comes onto the table the aroma wafts through his senses the innert looking male quickly goes on to add milk and sugar to draw the best out of his day the interviewed woman fueled with enthusiasm goes on and on the manager listens carefully in an effort to size her up - a cup of coffee he wonders he should be having year round