Coffeehouse Bar Stewardess

She blooms in the morning like a coffee flower. I like that rare flavor and I peep there frequently. I sit on a bar stool and wait for her to bring my elixir. When I sip that with a straw I feel like getting more courage To fight with the Devil's day. I have been in one evening but she wasn't there and the following morning too. I gossiped and verified that she already left the place for better prospects. Since that gloomy day the coffee tasted me bitter like rusty life And sometimes I drink without a straw. I scribble on the table mat with a pencil stub. Let the tricky life turns into a fairy tale to you!