Ode To My Java

I hear you brew the sounds you make I love every whistle How long must it take! The scent fills the room Coffee heaven In full bloom I inhale As I watch the pot fill HURRY, I think as my cup is empty still! It is time I fill O’cup That first sip The moment it touches my lip Then my tongue It’s not just the taste I know what’s to come Constrict my vessels One by one Warm me up On cold days Coffee does so much With little credit In many ways Coffee.