Lawrence Hall
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Ode on a Coffee
Urn
If Keats Took His Morning Coffee
at Hub City Diner in Lafayette, Louisiana
Thou stainless steel bride of the day’s pale dawn
Thou foster-child of all our morning hopes
Patient historian who writes upon
The pages of our lives optimistic tropes:
What die-cut label hangs about thy shape
Of morning blends or sometimes darker roasts
From Jamaica’s Blue Mountain, or some further scape
Perhaps above Colombia’s green coasts
What men or gods are these who at Hub City can say
“What wonderful coffee for beginning the day!”
