An Ode To Coffee

Joe, Java, mud, perk, ink, cafe noir,
A rose by any other name.
Dark, rich, almost too bitter
Potent in your strength
On foggy Erie mornings
You warm my toes
And make life worth living.

I'll take my chances
With insomnia, high blood pressure,
and anxiety.
Not to mentioned stunted growth.

When your first drop sizzles in my bloodstream
The neurons begin to fire,
My brain connects to my spinal cord,
My eyes open unto the day,
And the sun appears bright.
I am once again capable of standard speech
and human interaction.

I'm not addicted -
I'm in love.