This steamy beverage keeps me conscious.
It is a little cup of comfort
On a cold, early autumn English night-
Reminiscent of baristas in sunnier climes.
I see them now. It must be daylight there,
And they are outside the cafes taking orders from tables
of tourists, or of locals who enjoy a pace of life that permits them such luxuries.
I cradle it in my hands as though holding onto a dream;
I pluck a cocktail stick and craft my own heart in the frothy topping.