This is a record of some of the espressos that I have drunk.  Most of the coffee shops are in London, where I live; the others are from places that I have visited, including Denmark, France, Iceland, Italy, Portugal, Sweden and USA.

For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1920, T S Eliot

our daughter talks all day –
like a businessman
on the last train home
after one too many espressos,
selling you his dream.

Daughter V, Parallax, 2013, Sinéad Morrissey