>There is a sound that needs to be identified with a word.
The sound that lifts fromA mug as a wave of
Seattle blend curves and
rides the walls until it
flattens around a rim.
The low tones that ride an
octave like an aria.It’s a clarion call to
fold back a newspaper.
It’s music that sets up
an anticipation of deep
lyrics of a conversation.
It’s a chorus that arrives with
A smiling waitress singing,
“Here you go…need cream?”
There must be a word,
some sniglet that would
do it justice.
Arise, O caffeine nation,
and put a word to that
wonderful sound that spews
from a cup like waves
above an orchestra pit.
Thanks for stopping by. Why not grab another cup-a-joe and visit some other poets at One Shot Wednesday….?
Gerald the Writer 
Thanks for your time and thoughts.