Barista

The familiar crunch of the coffee grounds,
illuminate the sullen air.
Somber cries of coffee orders resound;
tiresome body I am fully aware.

“Barista! Dear woman, more coffee!”
A young man’s shrill voice in my ear.
“I would like mine topped with toffee;
too bad that you don’t carry beer!”

My feet ache under the pressure;
my hands shake under the weight.
I hope that the coffee is fresher,
maybe then the people will abate.

The end of the day is approaching;
a full day of coffee’s been shed.
Today was my first day of coaching,
now finally I am headed to bed.