Coffee

 I’m a purist so I take it black

No sugar? No milk? 

None of those please. 

You’re a brave man. 

No it’s just how I like it. 

It’s the first thing my body hunts 

After the night time slumber 

My keen nostrils seek out 

That brown granulated goodness 

No cafetière though, 

No it takes too long. 

Pushing that plunger

Maybe when I’m retired 

And not in such a rush?

One cup two cups three cups more 

I can’t get enough of it. 

I’m thinking about it right now

Writing this little poem. 

I’ll have to wait til morning though

Or Id be spending the night 

Plastered to the ceiling.