i awake in the morning, brain in a fog
the familiar puffed foam feeling fills my head
i stumble past my unsympathetic dog; whose sad eyes
suggest i should return to bed.
used grounds are dropped into overflowing trash;
a clean filter fumbled into the basket that is filled with
RICH GROUND BEANS
from my Sumatran stash.
the aroma lifts the lid on my mind's casket
soon, the gurgling sound pricks my ears.
anticipation chases through my sluggish veins
trembling and blinking back delighted tears.
my haste's betrayed by several dark brown stains
TANKED UP ON COFFEE
i can now face my day taking
on anything that may come my way