Ode To Morning Coffee

The alarm hits me over the head like a rock Extra scoop of exhaustion, work-related Timer says it’s Cranky-Past-Grump O’clock But fear not, the remedy has percolated The mind is so thick, chunky, and addled My thoughts are completely jumbled The dim world seems so utterly scrambled Not quite sure what the mouth just mumbled The glass carafe is impatiently steaming Very soon there will be no more drooping In a relative way, I’ll be quite beaming And shortly thereafter, I know I’ll be…whooping The heart pumps with the steaming mug For so many ailments it fills the need Mind verily hopping on this legal drug Not sure why anyone bothers with speed Then a brief time later, the predictable scare To the throne room, I take hasty flight Slamming the door to avoid the brown bear With comforting knowledge I’ll re-emerge light O! Coffee! Your pleasures not limited to the palate Nor the great, salutary jolt to the mind That gentle whack on the head with a mallet And the large intestine not far behind While I thrive on that mental clarity, Look forward to that sublime daily lift It’s that reassuring sense of regularity That is the hallowed bean’s greatest gift! 4/11/16