Oh, afternoon coffee
You promise so much:
A moment of awakeness,
A possibility of productiveness,
A taste of morning,
when so much more
should have been done.
Afternoon coffee,
you are a wink of a blip of a spark of a high
followed by a long, low crash
and, sometimes, a sleepless night.
Afternoon coffee,
if only you came with an apple fritter,
I think we'd get along a lot better.
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amen to that, brother!
I hear sleeping helps.
I am a little embarrassed to admit that I too compose pieces for coffee... of course, I wrote them specifically about Mobil Mart coffee... and in college... but you get the picture. I've pasted one below.
Defeat lurks at the bottom of my coffee cup!
Soon I shine caffeinated halos ignited by petrol fumes and pure enthusiasm.
And who am I to deny myself such small pleasure?
I collect you quietly, mulling you shamelessly in my anonmymity.
Passing over your hydrogentated compatriates.
And hockey haired miscreants, your guardians.
Thanks to you - sticky floored oasis.
Protector of the urban and urbane, I salute you.
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