Old-Fashioned

I perk my Joe old-fashioned style In a pot atop the stove, My percolator ancient, Like a pirate’s treasure trove. I measure out the coffee And a timer lets me know When 8 minutes have elapsed and then My brew’s all set to go. It’s French roast, strong and most important, It is really hot, The only way that it should be So it will hit the spot. I toyed with going modern – The Nespresso had appeal, But to change what’s tried and true seemed Like too much of a big deal. So I’ll stick with perking coffee Like the dinosaur I am For each morning sip allows me To be happy as a clam.