For coffee

When in this life of toil and stew
There is no time to fix a brew
Revv up your car, shift down a gear
Lay some skidmarks, hasten here.
To quell your daily traffic jam wrath
Just order a cup of fancy froth.
Do not pause to admire the view
Cough up three quid and Drive Straight Thru
 
   
With apologies to W H Davies and his poem “Leisure”

PS In case it is not clear, I subscribe to Davies's point of view.