Coffee House

I cannot quite begin the day Without my morning cup; Until I take that first quick sip, I’m not completely up. Ironically, in my routine, My coffee isn’t first. I read and exercise before I slake that caffeine thirst. I brew my java in a pot, Old-fashioned, on the stove. It percolates and soon aromas Waft that it has wove. I like my coffee steaming hot; I also drink it black. And when I’m out, if it is not, I’ll always send it back. If ever I’m deprived of A.M. coffee, heed my warning: You’ll like me so much better If I’ve coffee’d in the morning.