Yesterday's Coffee
Got up from the sofa with sleep in my eyes
As the dawn was beginning to break.
I went to the kitchen to clean up the mess
From the previous evening’s mistake.
I’d thought it was worth it. I gave it a try,
But my dinner plans didn’t go right.
We got past the entree and served the dessert
When my ex and I started to fight.
She told me, “You ought to...” I answered, “No way!”
Then she mockingly called me a fool.
I said she was pushy and oughta back off.
She responded with more ridicule.
I called her a bully. She called me a bum
And a loser, then said, “Kiss my ass!”
I gave her the finger and called her a witch
As the cabernet flew from her glass.
I tried hard to duck, but I stumbled instead,
Lost my balance and started to fall,
I grabbed for the tablecloth as I went down,
But the act didn’t help me at all.
The glasses and dishes and chicken and sauce;
Gotterdammerung down on the floor.
It all went to pieces, it all went to hell.
My ex walked out slamming the door.
Yesterday’s coffee is bitter and cold
As it pours dark as sin through the spout.
Yesterday’s love tastes exactly the same,
But it’s something I’ll manage without.
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