I decided to share a little poem that I wrote about Starbucks while in one of my creative writing classes. With Black Friday only a day away, I thought it might be a bit fitting. Please enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
Life of Starbucks
The sun slowly rises up from the east,
chasing the dark of night away.
The store of Starbucks bustles about,
preparing for a new day.
The life of Starbucks bursts to life
each morning at the hour of six,
people hurry inside restless and tired
in need of their morning fix.
They wait anxiously scanning the menus
For the perfect mix of chocolate mocha and espresso,
Glaring at the ones standing in front
Taking minutes to decide on a cup of Joe.
The workers do not have this freedom,
to show their angst, exhaust, or irritation.
They must give a wide smile of teeth, a voice of kindness,
and a warm gentle invitation to each guest.
They work hard trying not to complain,
taking breaks only when needed,
memorizing recipes of many drinks
to inform customers as they are greeted.
As one sits in silence sipping her latte
inhaling the fresh aroma of coffee beans,
She can only imagine the work and effort
Put in by the starbucks working teams.