We’re little but big.
Big like a little naked old man whistling a blissful tune while riding a penny-farthing down the hot-metal highway of modern man.
Big like the after-burn of a hungry tongue dipped too deeply into the ancient pool of desire.
Big like an oral orgy of overripe analogies of the word big.
We’re Bean merchants, roasters, master toasters, coffee bishops, time-bandits, tasseographers, stimulators, life-givers, taste connoisseurs, hedonists, perfectionists, shot junkies.
We are coffee.