Cappuccino and Crumpets

 Sitting at the cafe in the morning 

It is never boring 

The scenery I am not ignoring 

But it is the food I came here to enjoy gnawing 

The smells wafting from the kitchen are enticing 

Tastes buds inviting 

An abundance of choices 

Listening to the surrounding voices 

But the precious aroma would awake one from a coma

Can't go beyond something that invites such a bond 

Even the steam from the cup communicates much 

Something that will wake you up 

Not necessary to be in a rush 

Just relax and enjoy a crust and a fine cup

Just enjoying cappuccino and crumpets