He would be wide eyed
Leg shaking
Painfully embedded into the black and white lines
He would be retro, a true classic
That old ‘skool’ word we should never spell with a ‘k’
Because it shows our age
He would be boiling with steam
Burning the lips of all who dare to get close enough
He was there to keep hands warm in winter
He was the myth we all tell over brunch
‘Did you know, it is supposed to cool you down during summer’
The ‘kool’ you would never spell with a ‘k’
Because it shows your age
Honestly, I was truly too young for him
And now I feel old enough to reminisce…
My first cup of coffee.
Another Fly On The Wall 