A drawer to put my thoughts in.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Coffee

I have always loved the simmering
of a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
It has an aroma that fills the blank spaces
within my mind, and makes sense
of the nonsense that I write.

Sugar and cream go well,
though Chet Baker does fine,
with some morning sunlight or
an evening breeze as
Liquid Ambers waltz outside.




1 comment:

Shawn said...

I just drank a cup of coffee and that poem suddenly makes sense. thanks