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Day 321 – Love Song For A Bearded Barista

He writes love on my cup,
he who dares to feed
the corporate machine
which fuels a nation
with dark roast.

He brews the heat in me,
whom minimum wage is
excuse for gauges,
reason to let his tats
breathe free.

And he will not be caught,
no net for a wild mane;
his beard remains
unfettered and majestic
through his shift.

Oh that he were drawn
to covert rebellion,
this sweet little hellion
who would never be found out
in a coffee house,

whose charms are inside-out
but is most inclined
to stand in line
week to week, cup by cup,
sip by sip.

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3 thoughts on “Day 321 – Love Song For A Bearded Barista

  1. I love this part –
    Oh that he were drawn
    to covert rebellion,
    this sweet little hellion
    who would never be found out
    in a coffee house,
    🙂

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