The van that travelled half a million miles
tonight is lit with more than fairy lights
the man in orange is so happy that his eyes
are all aglow as they imagine the delights

of vapour streaming up the colonnina
through granules tightly packed with rich aromas
in the raccoglitore; la cremina
when nicely done will trigger pleasure comas.

The water’s levelled up in the caldaia,
he’s ready for the first time with that moka:
he’ll sit and look and listen while the fire
does what it does, releasing poco a poco

He won’t be greedy, he’ll share, he’s made two shots;
she’s grateful, happy, sending us two shots.