What Can I Get You?

a blend, if you please - see,
the bright-eyed zap, electric
spins at high speed
blur of browns, bean to
ground -
real
french, or ethiopian,
samoan, or columbian,
stray words, images
tied into a scent, flavor
carried by the air
inhale
ground
real
cultural blend, quality supreme.
maybe I'll take it with cream-
Is there room left?
swirl of clarity in a dizzying
sea
of dark finesse
rich
bright eyed zap, electric -
I'll take a shot of that, please.

I found this in a stack of notes today! I wrote it on November 11, 2007 on an airport layover in Charlotte, North Carolina and it was inspired by page 17 of Don Delillo's Cosmopolis.