The First Brew

 
I’m a caffeine fiend if you know what I mean
Not just an average drinker if you catch my drift
I’ve been drinking coffee since before I was a teen
Between two or three cups of day to give me a lift

That first brew hits the senses like waking dreams
My nose knows the scent that starts off the day
The house fills with the aroma of roasted beans
And my body craves the waves of liquid foreplay

Ooh yes, I pour it on the cup and it’s kind of hot
Fueling my senses as I’m about to bounce back
Some creamer and sugar, perhaps or maybe not
Because some days I’m in the mood to take it black

It’s hot on my lips as I take sips inhaling it slowly
My tongue and lungs awaken like morning glory
As it goes down warm into my body I whisper “Holy…”
Well, you can imagine the rest of this allegory

Standing in the kitchen sipping a cup my eyes dilate
Watching the curtains give way to the beautiful sun
I check my watch and damn it I’m going to be late
So I chug the rest burning my chest but I gotta run