Ode to Coffee

Oh, coffee, you most wonderful of beans
How pleasing your brew and aromatic.
You thrill my soul with your sweet smell
Causing me to rise up and seek you.
My foggy mind awakens only with your influence.
You make mornings, the bane of my existence, bearable.
Alerting me to the world around me,
All who come in contact with me before noon
Owe you a debt of gratitude.
Whether Arabic, Colombian or mixed with Chickory,
You are my favorite drug.
Originally written November 22, 2009
1 comment
  1. Nice poem! I just read it while waiting for my coffee to brew… and perhaps I’ll have to read it again once my delicious cup of Stumptown is sitting on my desk. Thanks for sharing.

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