Coffee (1)

Coffees’ known by many names
without it, I’m just not the same.
Java, Jo, who cares… all right?

It gets me through my busy days
and comforts me on fruitless nights.

If I looked up, and it’s not there,
like Vampire dust, I’d turn to air.
I grope my way to grind my beans
the fragrance blooms new life in me.

‘Long as no one takes my coffee away…
I can stay awake…
to write another day.

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