Macchiato

In the coffee shop of concrete and glass,

The baristas move with a efficient pass,

Their movements swift, their efficiency stark,

As they serve coffee to us drones of the dark.

But in this concrete place, a light still shines,

Humanity still runs the technology and lines,

A symphony of screens and algorithms at play,

A glimpse of a better world, a brighter day.

It's a clash of old and new, of grit and gleam,

A world where technology and humanity scheme,

To create a vision that's both dark and bright,

A coffee shop of contrasts, these days a common sight.

And so I sip my coffee, feeling both dismay and hope,

In this coffee shop of the future, where worlds collide and cope,

Where the gritty and the gleaming come together in a dance,

And the coffee is both bitter and sweet, when mixed, enhance.