As Coffee Loses It's Swirl Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

an unopened envelope
thought I knew what it contained
held it up to the light again
a repeated invitation never taken up

and so I placed my cup
on the transfer-printed plastic tray
a geisha and a circus-dog
in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower

there was no requirement to explain
and so the crook of my finger
took the strain

the coffee'd lost it's swirl
as the dog and I
and the dark-eyed girl
in the morning haze of eggshell-grey
kept the aroma and the taste at bay