I could not stop for coffee
Hurrying as I was
And so I passed strait on through.
Coffee
And This Morning
So Lord I take my coffee cup
In my shaking hand to sip
This, my act of faith.
The Bad Cup
Put some sugar in my cup
Pour it in if it seems right
Hugs and kisses rectify
Many cups of bad coffee.
Another Cup
It feels so warm
sliding down my throat
A gentle cascade
into myself.
Holding the vessel
The heat warms my hands
and my soul.
Soothing like a woman
with soft skin
and long hair
and a gentle voice
I drink it down
and dream.
The Second Cup
That second cup begins the day
The first one takes that long to hit
And always is preceded by
food.
New days always have a way
Of making right what you made wrong
And wiping clean the long dead slate
again.
That Cup
Sometimes it’s just that single cup
That gets you through that moment lost
And keeps you going in the night
That never seems to break with dawn.
Someday
Just how many cups do you think I drank?
While sitting on that couch
Just how many connections did I make?
In those crazy rooms…
There were lovers and friends with all kinds of life
Who sat together to share
And we sipped and we drank and we talked in the night
And everything was just so damn cool.
I loved all the bustle and all of the light
So hip and so utterly free
But it’s the memories we shared that make the place
And make the place itself a memory.
Morning Coffee
Before the first sip
The world is never right
And everything that I could be
Is faraway in flight.
A Soul's Walk 