The Coffee Machine
I could have made love to that vending machine.
The joy I got from drinking its dark, hot coffee
while standing in the cafeteria,
away from the desk piled high with papers,
and the colleagues gazes loaded down with tasks
for me to perform as though I were one of the robots
from the factory floor.
Did they realise that I was happy
with a mild caffiene induced headrush,
stood on my own for just a few minutes?
It didn’t matter.
Returning to the office
never felt so good.