Starbucks troches

thinking about poetry reminded me of the time a few months ago when I was at Starbucks (sorry! but peets is just too far away from my house for a quick walk) -- and I suddenly realized just how many trochees they have on their menu...

vente double decaf latte
grande mocha cappucino
etc. etc.

it was all reminding me of Hiawatha...

So...

At the Palo Alto Starbucks
(not the one near town and country,
but the one on el camino --
close to where it crosses meadow

ordered nonfat decaf latte
at the counter the barrista
asked me did I want that vente?
no, I said, just give me grande
grande nonfat decaf latte --
maybe could you make that double?
double grande nonfat latte?
nonfat decaf double latte?
sure she said, that's no problemo

very soon they called my name out
telling me my drink was ready,
quickly I ran up and got it
I ran up and got my latte
got my latte from the counter
took it to the little table
where they keep the sprinkly sugar
and the stir-rods, and the holders,
(cardboard sleeves to guard ones fingers
from the burning heat of coffee)


then I sprinkled chocolate on it
sprinkled chocolate on my latte
flecks of ghiradelli chocolate
sprinkled onto nonfat milkfoam

then I ran out of steam (r-r!)...

the other poem I can think of that is mostly trochees is "the raven", but that one has to rhyme...