Coffee

5/30/11

Coffee

Ahhh, the glory of the black or black and tan

perhaps some sweet. Sugar or honey.

Morning comes in a mug of hot dark alchemy,

and it’s smells remind me of childhood camping

and grandma’s house all at the same time.

Uncountable weekend day’s from cradle to grave

companioned by the black juice --- lightly sweetened.

The sun light may beckon through the window

birds may sing joyously of life and it’s character,

but the smell of the black juice is what gets me up.

I can even enjoy a mug of the dark love in the afternoon.

Winter, coffee is hot and steamy

Summer coffee is iced and dreamy

and Spring or Fall witness either or.

Yes, coffee is my true companion.

Come hither my sweet, dark lover.

Come hither.