not necessarily a poem about starbucks. by Daniel Ryan

the girl behind the counter in starbucks
asks each customer's name
then writes it down in squeaky black marker
on the side of the disposable cup

a skinny latte for Jane, a mocha for Aoife
an americano for Daniel and so on

this is a momentary heartening
a cosy jazz music experience of the bright indoors
clean surfaces and christian names

when i drink my coffee it tastes nothing like me.

Daniel Ryan was born in London to Irish parents. He grew up in the Irish countryside. This was both a blessing and a curse. Daniel has been writing poetry since his teens. He hopes one day to be an above average bass player.