Magic Beans

Pick the beans that feel right.
Open a satchel and breathe it in,
can you sense a dark roast, or is it bright?
Notes of dark chocolate or sweet fruit skin?

Setup a lone single dose cup,
tare the scale to make it zero.
A beep chimes to wake you up,
watching the precise digits glow.

Weigh out the beans to a number,
satisfied knowing it’s dialled in.
The time is here, tip it in the grinder,
let the transformation begin.

Like a baker kneading dough,
you carefully agitate and stir.
the fresh grinds until it sits just so
in a hot waiting portafilter.

With just enough might, only half awake
you tamp it down, tamp the little heap.
Smoothing the imperfections to make
A puck ready for water and heat.

Lock it in, secure it in place
And witness the magic show.
Press the button on the machine face,
to gaze upon a crema laced black gold flow.