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.
