A Paen to the Black Drop in a Parody of Carl Sandburg’s Chicago

Black Drop Coffee House

My sister, Shannon, teaches at Sehome. For one of her classes, she asked her students to write a parody of the poem Chicago by Carl Sandburg. One of her students, Forrest Meyer, a very clever and intelligent student in my opinion, chose to write his poem about The Black Drop. It is beautiful. Thanks, Forrest. Give him an A+ Shannon!

The black drop

Coffee supplier of Bellingham,
Espresso maker, seller of mugs,
Displayer of art and things to come,
Warm, smug, happy,
Place of the hipster

They tell me you are too small and I believe them, for I have seen your tables and chairs packed all hours of the day.
They tell me your drinks are weird and I answer: yes, it is true I have seen the peanut butter and banana mocha you call the fat Elvis.
They say your coffee is bad and my reply is: yes (in a sarcastic voice) any organic coffee roasted a couple blocks away from the shop is terrible.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at my coffee shop and I give them back the sneer and say to them: come and show me another coffee shop with lifted heads singing so proud to be central and polite and happy and the best.
Hear is a 12ounce drip coffee to set vivid against the stuff star bucks calls coffee.
Bitter as a dark chocolate, sweet as caramel,
Dripping,
Steaming,
Brewing,
Steeping,
Buying, making, selling,
Under its roof staying warm.
Under its balcony in the sun.
Laughing at a regular who has never had their free Doppios on a Friday, Laughing!
Laughing the warm, smug, happy laughter of the regulars enjoying, proud to be the coffee supplier of Bellingham!

You can check out the original here: http://carl-sandburg.com/chicago.htm

About Scot Casey

Owner/ Poetic Terrorist / Barista / Graphic Designer at The Black Drop Coffee House. Also, Hermit / Recluse in Residence at Laughing Bone Design Labs
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