Push my buttons softly
reads the note taped
to the cappuccino machine
at my soft and quiet
coffee shop on a
soft and quiet Saturday
morning with a jazz
crooner playing
in the background
something in French
I can neither speak
nor understand
morning sun rising
on to trees and over
the church tower while
my americano waits
for me warmly next
to my lemon torte
that promises to counter
the bitter coffee
please push my buttons softly
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