the Starbucks Tree

working on the trams gives you time to write. especially when the work entails sitting in the canteen for seven hours because there aren't any trams to go on. i worte two things during that time, and here is the first:

What did you expect to find
underneath the Starbucks tree?
is the fruits hung on it's branches
really such a Mystery?

did the corrugated cardboard leaves
really leave you that confused?
did you really never know
how the plastic cups were fused?

the cappuccino starts to flow
through the roots and in the maze
the coffee brews, the days go past,
the Earth and Sun both spin a daze

the frappucino branches brew
the freezing chlorophyll to make
the caramel that gets its flavor
from the sugars in the lake

the paper cups pluck from the tree
and are filled with drinks galore
the townsfolk come from all around
they are always after more

so there you are, the Starbucks tree
and I'm amazed you didn't know
that such a tree could ever be, that Coffee drinks
from it do flow

we're you expecting gold, or drugs,
stars or lightening? things like that?
those other trees should have them there,
in the woods your looking at

a tree for everything, for dreams,
a tree for bread, a tree for tricks,
but this tree is the only one
where you can get your caffeine fix

so lets all hail the Starbucks tree,
the only one i ever go
to visit, 'cause it gives you drinks,
and that is all you need to know.