A Morning Cup of Joe

The Morning Cup of Joe By Elton Camp It was a cool day when Bob went to his patio For his coffee, it was the place he liked to go So on the table his cup he very carefully set And he went back inside, some cream to get But instead, Bob got to talking on the telephone And it was for over an hour that he was gone When he returned to the patio to enjoy his brew That it would probably be cold Bob well knew But he really needed his daily shot of caffeine And worse things than cold coffee he had seen But as he brought the cup up toward his lip, From his fingers Bob suddenly let it slip When he had gazed into his coffee so black, He saw a pair of eyes that were looking back His visitor went away with an indignant hop Leaving his coffee outside it made Bob stop