Old-Fashioned

I perk my Joe old-fashioned style
In a pot atop the stove,
My percolator ancient,
Like a pirate’s treasure trove.

I measure out the coffee
And a timer lets me know
When 8 minutes have elapsed and then
My brew’s all set to go.

It’s French roast, strong and most important,
It is really hot,
The only way that it should be
So it will hit the spot.

I toyed with going modern –
The Nespresso had appeal,
But to change what’s tried and true seemed
Like too much of a big deal.

So I’ll stick with perking coffee
Like the dinosaur I am
For each morning sip allows me
To be happy as a clam.