Steam curls from white ceramic rim
Cobblestones hold midnight chill
No espresso machine hymn
Just pigeons on the windowsill
This mug waits for morning light
This square sleeps through restless night
Ceramic dawn in Roman gray
We both know the coming day
Altos hum in stone arches
Breath held before the first chord breaks
Finger traces hairline fractures
Glazed clay the cold dawn undertakes
Shutters bolted metal grates drawn
Barista keys turn cold in locks
Steam writes psalms on waking dawn
Morning unlocks where shadow walks
This mug waits for morning light
This square sleeps through restless night
Ceramic dawn in Roman gray
We both know the coming day
Four counts inhale hold release
Choir lungs meet motorik beat
Rickenbacker cuts cobblestone peace
Anthem rises from the street
First spoon clinks in steel pitcher
Crema blooms on dark surface skin
Mug fulfills its quiet stitcher
Day begins where night has been
This mug waits for morning light
This square sleeps through restless night
Ceramic dawn in Roman gray
We both know the coming day
Ceramic dawn we wait we wake
Rome breathes the mug the break