Coffee can is empty
He saw in the bin
It's aroma diffuses around the room
Awake, but right on bed he rests
So, it soothes.
Early in the morning
He likes to taste
Inspiration flows afterward
My coffee am sure is waiting for zips
Activates the body and re-awakens the memory
Fingers grip the pen and write tirelessly
As the sweet smell of the coffee continues...
He could hear the clinging of wares from the kitchen
Baby is ready for school, he guessed
And coffee is there in the kettle
He walks and whistle to bath
Freshen up then straight to dine
Noodle past garnished with
chillies and shrimps in plate
Coffee cup is deprived of content
...She drank the coffee he smelled
She would be inspired instead
What a regret
He thought of coffee.