>There is a sound that needs to be identified with a word.
The sound that lifts fromA mug as a wave of
Seattle blend curves and
rides the walls until it
flattens around a rim.
The low tones that ride an
octave like an aria.It’s a clarion call to
fold back a newspaper.
It’s music that sets up
an anticipation of deep
lyrics of a conversation.
It’s a chorus that arrives with
A smiling waitress singing,
“Here you go…need cream?”
There must be a word,
some sniglet that would
do it justice.
Arise, O caffeine nation,
and put a word to that
wonderful sound that spews
from a cup like waves
above an orchestra pit.
Thanks for stopping by. Why not grab another cup-a-joe and visit some other poets at One Shot Wednesday….?
Gerald the Writer 
>oh but in naming it will we lessen that moment…mine usually is accompanied by a sigh…smiles. nice one shot…
>ha – there's music in your coffee jerry…nice…i have mine black..ya know – the blues…smiles
>Ah, the heavenly music of the morning's first cup of coffee. I stand as I drink mine, the newspaper spread before me, and I think the real news is in the cup.Good one, Jerry.
>i no longer partake.but, i know the call.
>You have me trying to think of words to describe this, Jerry. I relish my morning coffee for similar reasons. Though to describe the special sounds hmm… will have to get back to you. lol I'm stumped. Great poem!