pressure gauge

Absent minded auto pilot 

Two hands held 

Button pressed

Coffee grinding 

Too long

Too fine

Again 

Lost in naught

Brown noise 

Cacophonic symphony 

Sounds others shudder at

I find soothing 

Brings me to a place of bliss

A place of nothingness

When I realize 

Brown powder 

Tamp it down

Portafilter fiddling 

The tension builds 

Builds

Building 

Pressure gauge high

Drip 

Drip

Drip

Makes a bitter cup

I still take a 

Sip