Coffee

I cannot quite begin the day
Without my morning cup;
Until I take that first quick sip,
I’m not completely up.

Ironically, in my routine,
My coffee isn’t first.
I read and exercise before
I slake that caffeine thirst.

I brew my java in a pot,
Old-fashioned, on the stove.
It percolates and soon aromas
Waft that it has wove.

I like my coffee steaming hot;
I also drink it black.
And when I’m out, if it is not,
I’ll always send it back.

If ever I’m deprived of
A.M. coffee, heed my warning:
You’ll like me so much better
If I’ve coffee’d in the morning.