By Bruce E. Stoker © 2017
Coffee, Coffee, dripping life
Into my mug, repelling strife;
What imprudent beast or soul
Dare bar me from my caffeine goal?
In what plane would it make sense
To disrupt and make me tense?
To slow the sips that wake me up,
Those peaceful swallows from my cup?
And what lunatic might think
To pose questions ere I drink?
Knowing well there’s not a thought
In my brain ’til I take a shot?
What a dawning! What a buzz!
Java melts my morning fuzz.
What a jumpstart! What a burst!
That dark nectar, my soul has nursed!
When human likeness grows with sips
And warming smile shall cross my lips:
Did life emerge for all to see?
Did Juan Valdez himself brew thee?
Coffee, Coffee, dripping life
Into my mug, repelling strife;
What imprudent beast or soul
Dare bar me from my caffeine goal?