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Coffee


09.23.13 Posted in today's words by

Jimmie Kepler writes a love poem to a rock star.

Coffee
By Jimmie Kepler

The timer starts the morning pot
brewing where it greets me
at the same time my alarm rings.

The first cup hides my morning breath
as it energizes the blood flowing through my veins
enabling me to stumble to my car
and drive to Starbucks for more.

A sunrise latte gives me the pick-me-up required
to face the tollway and morning rush hour.

A generic cup of Joe at work
gives me something to hold on to
as I begin the first
in a string of meetings.

A mid-morning cup of coffee
provides the jolt to make it to noon
where a fresh cup at my favorite cafe awaits.

Then a mid-afternoon cup
helps me survive the challenges
before the clock announces it is [5:00]
and I can leave.

A drive-by Starbucks
provides the lift
before I sit in traffic
during evening drive time.

A fresh pot greets me
along with my
after-dinner pie and ice cream.

I fill the pot with water,
add fresh grounds
and set the controls before retiring for the evening.

And the timer starts the morning pot
brewing where it greets me
at the same time my alarm wakes me.

 



One Response to “Coffee”

  1. Jean says:

    Jimmie! Beautifully written and all too true. I like the way you ended as you began. Thank you so much for this engaging poem.

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