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Coffee – A Dipstick (or Something)
I. Elegy for a Four-Cup Coffee Maker
Poor Mister Coffee – may God grant you rest
After long years of humble service to man
You never abandoned your duty station
Next to the cookies and the kitchen sink
You were the first to bless each day at dawn
Your little red sanctuary lamp aglow
As with electricity you commingled
Water and coffee into a sacrament
Fruit of the bean and work of human hands -
But now you are silent, to drip no more
II. Signor Bialetti Brews the Coffee Now
Grazie, grazie, Signor Bialetti
Natty with your moustache and pork-pie hat
Charming man, your aluminum design
And Italian elegance grace my stove
If Don Camillo were to visit now
And bring along his Commie pal Peppone
They would still argue faith and politics
Just as they do in Emelia-Romagna
But here, over biscotti and expresso -
Grazie, grazie, Signor Bialetti!
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