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
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