Grateful More for Almost Cold Coffee

a poem about forgoing the experience of coffee for its effects

It’s six thirty six A.M. again and if you drink it to soothe you out of sleep —

You and I are not cut from the same coffee cloth though to be fair, I’m more of a rag most days anyways.

If you pour it down your throat like your mind is a house on fire and you’re holding the only hose,

If you need to feel it in your toes, If you would drink it with no nose. If it’s the man-made substitution for brain-made motivation. Your chemical get up and go.

And if you could you would at least entertain the thought of injecting it directly in your veins —

well then, my unfortunate fellow addict and friend, I have a cup of almost cold coffee with your name.

It works just the same only better, only faster only easier to drain.

An accepted addiction still an addiction — I’m grateful for. Just ask my morning brain.