No More Coffee Blues

Note: published in Eskimo Pie, HIll Magazine and other sites I love coffee Always have And coffee has loved me back But lately I have sourced on her Soured on the whole coffee scene On the harshness of the morning brew And the promises it makes As I sip of its nectar Drawn into its lair Drinking drop by drop As the caffeine takes over Rewriting my every nerve Turning me into a slave For its perverted pleasure Yes, I love coffee But I am afraid Coffee is a harsh mistress Demanding so much of me Promising the sun And delivering the Moon As I drink her swill Deeping under her influence I have the coffee blues Can’t live with our her Can’t live with her I try But tea does not cut it Not really Booze does not do it At least not in the morning Yoga is not enough of a buzz Nor is the runner’s high And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine And speed and drugs and energy drinks And so I remain a slave to coffee My only legal drug As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread Once more failing my resolve To skip coffee for that day That morning that moment I shall never be free of her spell Ever and she knows it As she beckons me Every morning with her intoxicating smell