Hi, coffee lovers!

I'm here with my cup of coffee, enjoying a beautiful day off. This is the small cup I choose everyday, even when I have to fill it twice; I like the way my black coffee tastes when I drink from this cup. I guess it has to do with the material and the color. As it happens in poetry, and in art in general, all the elements that are brought together are permeated by each other. I even like the sound this coffee cup makes when I put it on the table. Maybe there's a little bit of synesthesia in that. I think it happens to all of us that we associate things that seemingly have nothing to do with each other, but these things make sense to us on a very personal level, don't they?

      Three Words for Coffee

      Three words I have to choose
      for coffee, drink of mine.
      The first one must be booze,
      for it’s my morning wine.

      The second one is grip;
      It grounds me when I flip.

      My once and for all hack
      is one good steaming cup;
      it brings my spirits back.

      Then, booze, and grip, and hack.