A Little Cup Of Coffee

Originally posted April, 2010.

A little cup of coffee now —
hot, black and unadorned,
not sweetened at all.
I like it bitter. I like the heat.
I like the way it stains my teeth
so my smile’s not so bright;
I like how it opens my eyes
to the day as it has been made.
God’s gonna trouble the waters yet,
I’ll have to wade them;
that little cup of coffee
will help me not to drown.
A little cup of coffee now,
another later, and another —
depending on how deep
and swift the water goes.

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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