Mochachoni Morning by F. John Azevedo I woke to a whisper, soft and sweet, "Treat yourself, life's short, repeat." Keys in hand, I hit the street, A craving only Java Hut could meet. The road was calm, the sky still gray, But my heart said, chocolate, don't delay. That little hut of colors bright, Turned my morning pure delight. A pink straw crown on blended gold, Rich mocha magic, icy cold. One perfect sip, my mood took flight, A happy hum, a smile so light. The drive back home felt like a song, With every mile, the world felt strong. Sometimes joy's a simple spree-- A Mochachoni, and just me. read more