Daily I Fall In Love With Baristas

Daily I fall in love with baristas
With their full mouth Italian
CAPPUCCINO, LATTE, MACCHIATO, ESPRESSO
Taste buds and tongue
It doesn’t matter gender or sex
I love all
The way they finesse La Marzocco
Tamp, pull, pour
The gaze, full-bodied intention, the move
What can I get you today?
Some don’t have to ask
Some just know
Do they know day cannot begin without them?
Do they know they raise the pulse of the world?
They do

Daily I fall in love with baristas
With their ristretto and restrain
They tell secrets in the steam
I want to be the steam, the secret
I want to fall in the tip jar, go home in back pockets
Extract my flavor, exact my temperature, the crema
Another, please, a double
Au lait
I wonder: Do you pour your heart for other girls?
You do

Daily I fall in love with baristas
They know the heat of Kenya, Columbia, Vietnam, Brazil
Underlying tones, the subtleties of taste
They have girlfriends or boyfriends or both
Invite me behind the bar
They don't
Too transitory our time
Gaze is moving now
And to the brewing one behind me
What can I get you today?

(Inspired by the poem, Daily I Fall In Love With Waitresses)