Ode to a Coffeeshop

I am sitting in my favorite local coffeeshop, which thankfully isn't Starbucks, but I have recently heard that they will be closing down due to the high costs of rent in my town, so in fact I shall be left with...Starbucks. Ugh.

Oh Higley's, I'm sad to see you go
I pray you say it isn't so,
But if in truth it must surely be
(Alas, alack the day for me!),
I'll miss your ice-cold Mona Moka,
Much more than simple Coca-Cola
And I know my written sense is lacking,
In uneven metre and random clacking,
Because, lost, I cannot say
In pretty words "I wish you'd stay."
I am no poet,
And now everyone knows it!
But what can I do,
If I can't write an ode to you
When my heart desires
And the muse requires?
So now I go, with heavy heart
Both for your loss and my literary art,
(Or lack thereof, as the case may be).

And know that I will forever be,
Faithful to your memory
Oh my Higley's.