A Tea Stall

Have u heard my tale?
Even though I'm merely a crumbly, ferruginous shed,
But what I manufacture
Might just be atop your head.

You may call me, let me think,
A tea stall perhaps,
But what I do to you,
You may never know via any new "apps".

Let us go, you and I,
To tell you my motive without a lie.
Everyday I hear anecdotes, gossip and fun
But I ain't even near done.
You stand beside me, order my produce,
My hardworking owner charges barely a few she could use.

There you are beginning your tragedy, near the tracks, you are a mess I see.
You nag and nag, never stop complaining,
Can't confide to what you are committing.

Yes, finally you take a sip .
Your brows furrow a bit.
You meditate,
At length, you have it
And swiftly run along to catch your train
Now your heart confides with your brain.

This is what I do to you every single day,
I don't care if you don't know me,
I celebrate and sing myself,
And will keep helping as ever till eternity.