Caffeine Damage

January 25, 2012

I clutch my favorite
cup in the morning;
sweating.
eyes dilating.
waiting.
fingers tapping
against the scratched
formica table top.

Mr. Coffee
takes his sweet devilish time,
I count each eternal second,
waiting,
for the glass pot
to fill to ten cup capacity.

Just a few heavenly swallows
of the brown
to pop, perk and prod
me awake in the AM.

Waiting…

— Kevin Zepper

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