Coffeebreak Blues at Escolta
The sun pours gold on ancient lanes,
Escolta wakes from sepia stains.
Through narrow streets, the whispers call,
Of bygone trade, of empire’s thrall.
A coffee cup, a fleeting pause,
Among the relics time withdraws.
The clink of spoons, a gentle hum,
Of office chatter, moments numb.
Outside, the jeepneys, motorbikes rumble on,
Their colors bright, their engines drawn.
Against old walls where moss has crept,
The stories linger, memories kept.
A fleeting breeze, Manila’s sigh,
Carries the scent of caffeine nigh.
And yet, the grind, relentless pace,
Leaves dreams of rest an empty space.
The river bends, a mirror faint,
Reflecting hopes the years did taint.
Escolta breathes its weary blues,
A fleeting break, a life to choose.
So sip the warmth, let time suspend,
A moment brief that seems to mend.
For in the streets where past imbues,
We find ourselves—Escolta’s muse.
How I wish you're here in this coffee break
How I wish you're here in this coffee break,
With laughter shared, and smiles that wake.
The steam that rises from this cup,
A quiet comfort, as moments sup.
The warmth of brew, a soft embrace,
But still, it’s you that I’d rather face.
The world outside may rush on by,
But here, with you, time slows its sigh.
I sip alone, but in my mind,
You’re sitting close, your thoughts entwined.
How I wish you’d join me here today,
To fill this pause in every way.
For in the stillness, here we’d find,
A world that’s gentle, undefined.
How I wish you’re here, my heart does say,
To make this coffee break a perfect stay.
With every drop, my pulse takes flight,
Ideas burst like stars at night.
They swirl, they spiral, they twist and bend,
A restless river that won’t descend.
I chase the rhythm, the jittered beat,
As every word seems sharp, complete.
But in the blur, the edges fade,
And clarity is both lost and made.
Caffeine-laced thoughts, they lift, they fall,
Whispering secrets, answering the call.
In the surge, in the frenzied climb,
I find my focus, just out of time.
The cup is empty, the rush subsides,
But still, those thoughts continue to ride—
A quiet hum, a lingering spark,
Caffeine’s whisper in the dark.
"Brewing Thoughts, Brewing Moments"
How I wish you're here, drinking coffee, and with cake,
Carrying your beauty and charm, through your smile that made me wake.
The steam that rises, comes a gentle embrace,
Yet it’s your lovely warmth that I’d rather face.
Over a cup of latte thoughts begin to soar,
A fluttering mind out of Cafe Americano, yearning for more.
Each bittersweet sip ignites a caffeine-driven spark,
Turning my endless musings into a lively arc.
In this quiet moment, time slows its sigh,
But outside, the world rushes by.
I sip alone, yet in my mind’s eye,
You’re sitting close, as ideas fly.
The bitter bite, the gentle heat,
Ideas burst, both wild and sweet.
In every drop, my pulse takes flight,
Thoughts twirl like stars in the night.
With every sip, my heart does race,
Yet it’s your smile I long to face.
The world outside moves fast and loud,
But here, in stillness, we’re unbowed.
I chase the rhythm, the jittered beat,
Yearning for you, my heart’s retreat.
Though caffeine stirs my mind to race,
It's you I long for, your warm embrace.
The cup runs dry, the rush subsides,
But still, those thoughts linger, like whispered tides.
How I wish you were here, my heart does say,
To turn this coffee break into a perfect stay.
In the blur, clarity fades,
A restless river, where thought cascades.
But in your presence, it all aligns,
A perfect pause where everything shines.
The world may rush, but here we find
A place of peace, where hearts unwind.
How I wish you'd join me here today,
To fill this moment, in every way.
Caffeine-laced whispers rise and fall,
But your presence would outshine them all.
How I wish you were here, my heart does say,
To make this coffee break a perfect stay.