A sleepy hall

In a Brooklyn apartment building

Coffee raises up slowly

From the Polish and French Bakery

Below

A smell of Ethiopian beans

Made up right for cappuccinos 

And other things

The freshly smashed beans

Bellowing up 

Like clouds over the Galloway 

Opening the most closed eyes

Awakened with another blue

New York sky

A simple twist on an early morning

The sleepy halls

Felt somehow 

Warming

Dim lit and tiled

The city grinds only 2 stories below

Even can awake a true sleepy fellow

From Broookly 

The coffee shouts

“Hello”