Java Passport

Predawn writing and the coffee pot grinds and perks
Filling the room with my armomatic writer's aphrodisiac
 
And since scent is the sense most strongly tied to memory
I am teleported across space and time and to where my recollections hide
 
Savoring kona coffee as I watch the sun rise over Maui
Waiting for my love to finish dressing following early morning  lovemaking so we can snorkel with the sea turtles
 
Drinking cafe au lait at a French cafe on the left bank
A young man in Paris falling in love with his favorite city  
 
Terrible, bitter coffee in London, prompting "no wonder they drink so much tea"
While unaware that the waiter stood behind me not amused
 
Piping hot coffee during a field training exercise in Germany
Bringing me back to life after being awake for thirty-six hours
 
A venti dark roast with a splash of cream off to my right at the ready
As I write and compose at my favorite Starbuck's coffee house
 
Therefore I thought it was so fitting, well overdue
That I compose a poem to my steadfast partner and today the wellspring of my inspiration
 
So, a toast to coffee, java, cafe, and the Cup of Joe
You've been there with me through this crazy, exciting, wonderful life
 
Thanks for jumpstarting the brain, hotwiring the senses
Keeping the blood flowing while I practice my craft, indulge my passion