You left me several packets© GERALD ENGLAND
of your special hotel coffee
Its pure ground freshness has
spoilt my tastebuds for
the supermarket's instant brand
that leaves the palate flat
Now every cup of coffee that I drink
reminds me of you
the strong aroma in a tiny cup
the elusiveness of the really perfect brew
I drink — drank deeply
There's one packet yet left
I cannot buy it over here
so I drink now a weaker brew
and I've started looking for some better coffee
to buy
but I'll not find anything
to more than
substitute.
Composed: Sheffield, 1st August 1972
Publications
1972 FOR HER VOLUME ONE (Pontefract, Poet's Press of Osgoldcross)
1991 Saudade (UK)
Love and great coffee are both excellent stimulants for both the national and the personal economies.
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