Tea is for Trouble

Mostly a coffee drinker
I look forward to some infrequent tea time
My last such occasion
Is the reason for this rhyme

Skewered

Ravenous, I walked the hubbub of Bombay’s streets
Looking for a late night bite to eat
Sights, sounds, smells assaulting my senses
A throbbing indication of the city’s lures and romances