Coffee

I caught a feeling this morning
when my soul showed up
had me some sympathy for the coffee
that I poured in my cup
like I, it was cold, it was bitter
and it was never enough
not quite stale, no,
though it was yesterdays stuff
stronger than the porcelain
that held it while it came with brunch
not your average cup of joe
or maybe so,
cause it goes down tough
and pain is sugar, so I gave it
more than a couple lumps
but it’s coffee, man, COFFEE
glorious stuff
so give it a minute with the mic
it might just warm my gut
or life might get too busy
and it will never get touched
but lets face it, if you spill it
you’ll never know it’s flav-a
and often we forget
you can’t just pour another mug
and it’s your mug that might determine
how many sips you sup
maybe I wouldn’t be this angry
that you didn’t pour much
if I never felt like I was older
but I never growed up
and the best I can tell you all
is drink slow,
but drink a bunch…
of coffee…
ya gonna have to pee ;)

Love you all like my coffee,
this love stuff’s hard
but it gets ya through the day hopeful