Shaded by ancient trees
the avenue wakes
as shopkeepers pull down
their multi-striped blinds.
Early coffee drinkers
dip silver spoons
into tiny cups
and stir life with a tinkle.
The new sun sends signals
to todays dusty streets;
that there will be no let up
in its skin-warming glory.

I order another coffee,
and drink and drown
in the atmosphere
of this Summer city.

Ian Bowen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drink-and-drown/