Replaced, by the week.
Ketchup, my love, stay with me.
Do not be taken away.
The caf, the ketchup.
Bright metal, standing proudly.
A flavor obelisk.
No longer hoarded.
No longer empty, all day.
No longer, I cry.
Ketchup, joy to all.
Never empty, always fixed.
Just a press away.
Black granite, white wall.
Frames it perfectly, ketchup.
The best part of caf.