Kevin M Davis Poet Rhyme

The Fly in My Coffee

The Fly in My Coffee
Kevin Davis 2024

At break of dawn on a gloomy day,
I coughed and sniffled the blues away.
I poured my coffee, rich and deep—
The kind that wakes the dead from sleep.

I raised the cup with grateful sigh…
When in it bobbed—a horsefly.
Not perched upon the rim so prim—
Oh no. It backstroked. Strong. And grim.

I froze mid-sip. My soul cried, “Why?!”
That fly looked pleased—I can’t deny.
A choice arose, both grim and tough:
“Just drink it down? It’s hot enough…”

“Surely,” I thought, “the heat will win.
No germ survives what steeps within.
Besides, I’ve built immunity
From gas-station food and mystery chili.”

But then I saw my future self
Explaining this to someone else:
“Yes, doctor… well, you see—a fly…”
He’d blink. I’d sigh. Dignity: goodbye.

So to the sink the brew was cast—
Farewell, dear cup, you didn’t last.
I brewed anew with watchful eye
And glared suspiciously at the sky.

This time I found a sturdy lid—
No airborne swimmer snuck amid.
I let it cool, then took a sip—
No wings. No legs. No water trip.

My throat rejoiced, my mood turned bright,
No buzzing drama, no insect fight.
And thus I learned at morning’s start:
Flies may share the morning sky—

But not my coffee.

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