Espresso: Nine Bars of Pressure

Lyrics

[Intro]
Nine bars of pressure.
Hot water through a puck of grounds.
Twenty-five seconds. Crema like a copper lid.

[Verse 1]
Milan, the 1930s, a man named Achille Gaggia
solves the pressure problem.
Now every bar in every city has a machine
that sounds like a small train arriving.
Pull the lever. Watch the crema.
The espresso is a receipt for time itself —
twenty-five seconds of engineering
you drink in one swallow.

[Verse 2]
The caffeine spike is already on its way.
Peak plasma at forty-five minutes —
which means the 1 PM shot
is the 1:45 email sounding smarter than usual.
Dopamine firing. Norepinephrine up.
The doing hour. Keyboards clatter in five different rooms.

[Chorus]
Nine bars of pressure.
Twenty-five seconds of truth.
A small cup with a bigger clock inside.
The afternoon does not know yet
how productive it's about to be.

[Bridge]
Somewhere in the Alkaloid kitchen
someone is arguing about single origin.
Somewhere else, a deal is closing.
Somewhere else, an idea is working.

[Outro]
Nine bars. Twenty-five seconds.
The cup is empty. The day is not.