Ode to A Turkish Coffee

Oh! Dark coffee, robust and plain
Hearty from silt to top.
A young fool I once was
As I flitted from dark chocolate to cold brew to iced Americano.
But I see you now, in your tiny, flower encrusted cup
Carefully, shakily brought out by a sunny hijabi waitress.

A single rose Turkish delight on a stirrer, then on to you.
I love Turkish coffee, bold and true.