In Starbucks, I always order plain black coffee in the medium cup to give the barista a break and if she is a woman, I order a scone just so I can hear her say, "Would you like me to warm your scone?" They don't offer to warm the doughnut or the cupcake or the apple fritter, just the scone. It's such a nice thing to hear in the morning.
Would you like me to warm your scone?
Said the woman behind the counter.
I almost said girl but she was a woman
And she offered to warm my scone.
And I realized that I've never
Had a warm scone in hand
Because scones come from Scotland
A Presbyterian land.
And now my dear you're saying
A scone doesn't have to be cold.
You don't have to suffer shame and regret
No matter what you've been told.
I come from Scottish Calvinists
Whose underwear was in a twist.
They never were young. Always old.
Their coffee bitter. Their scones were cold.
And now in Starbucks coffee bar
A woman tells me how things are.
Deprivation is not the norm.
A man can have a scone that's warm.
And how about you? Do you have a scone too?
A blueberry scone that makes you blue?
We could turn out the lights and close the doors.
You could warm up mine, I'll warm up yours.