Editor's note: Today (Feb. 17) is National Cafe Au Lait Day.
by Jay S Zimmerman
"What can I get you?"
said the ashen blond bedroom eyed barista
long lashed loveliness serving lattes
I am drawn to her delightful deliciousness
as I drink my morning macchiato
and eat my everything bagel breakfast
Bio: Jay S Zimmerman came to poetry from his life as a visual artist, composing poems to go with his art, finding as much joy in painting with words as with other visual tools. He has recently been published in Three Line Poetry, I am not a silent poet ,and Flying Island. He was born in the concrete caverns of New York, amid the trolley bells and sounds of subways, travelled south to Miami Beach and thrived in the warm sands and salt air dancing to the musical rhythms of Klesmer, Cha Cha and Bossa Nova, finally venturing to the dark soil, flat farmlands and rolling hills of the Midwest where his roots have grown and been nourished for over 40 years. He is an artist, photographer, psychologist,and social justice advocate.