Gigi said we should have a mugfest 🙂 …and i have *ahem* a few fun mugs….
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I needed coffee and wanted it hot
Grounds in the filter, water in the pot
Pressed the button to start the brewing
Fed the cats to stop their mewling
Bleary eyed and half asleep
I sat on the couch and waited for the beep
Finally, It was ready and so was I
I needed a cup on the fly
I didn’t notice the brown river on the floor
or on the counter and dripping off the cabinet door
i slipped and flat on my back I fell
knocked the wind out of me, bloody hell
to add insult to bruising injury
the cats are drinking the coffee instead of me!
I sit quietly
observing the people around me
I inhale deeply
let the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fill my nostrils
Too impatient to let it cool
I take a big gulp
scorching my tongue
I delight in its bitter-sweet flavor
The people at the next table
have deluded themselves into thinking they are vampires
their pale makeup and black clothes do not look out of place here
To my left
there is a man,
who appears to be homeless,
escorting a mange-ridden dog to a table
his funky odor wafts my way:
body odor, stale cigarettes, and cheap alcohol
I watch as he begins reading the newspaper he snagged from the trash can on his way in
I take a deep drag from my cigarette
and once again ponder the huge leprechaun on the wall
Your flesh on my tongue, I do love to taste
not one drop of your blood dare I to waste.
My life, by your mere presence enlightened
my thoughts, my senses at once are heightened.
In you I find comfort, and all that is right
you are there in the day and also at night.
You are my salvation; you ease all my pain
in you I trust, in you my faith remains.
You are there for me in my darkest of hour
it is from you that I draw all of my power.
Some may doubt you, may miss you allure
but when my cup runs empty again I shall pour.
When I found you it was as if I had wakened from a dream
your dark, rich flavor mixed with a hint of cream.
* A little ode to Anne Bradstreet/ “The Author to Her Book”