I woke
Bleary eyed and heavy limbed
More asleep than wake
I bumbled thru my shower
Still numb with lethargy
And wishing night back again
I dress with little thought
Hoping that all blends well
But not working hard to achieve
Any type of artistry
Out the door and to the right
Across a busy street I stumbled
To the coffee shop on the corner
Where I find sweet relief
Caffeine in abundance
Flavors galore
Latte, hazelnut
I don’t care just give me lots
I sink into a chair
sighing
Finally awake enough
To consider a bagel
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Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on November 23, 2004
You need to hook up with Jude,he likes the coffee. Me, I like Rum or Vodka.
This is really cute and painful, too. It makes me hurt just to read about getting up. It takes me two hours for my stiff bones to loosen up. And something has happened to me. After years of drinking coffee in the mornings, I've turned against the taste. Can't stand it anymore. So I have a diet coke with my toast. Thanks for the write.
Sounds like my mornings! I get up because I HAVE to, not because morning is my natural time! ha ha! This is so cute! I used to say that my mother barely had the strength to pour the milk in my cereal bowl when I was little. I guess I take after her!!! Great write!
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Happy coffee drinking.