Mitch Brown
Hr 2
Coffee and change
Coffee is a simple drink, it’s bitter and hot and dark
It helps in waking up my brain, makes the day less stark
It’s brewed from beans
And while this seems
To be a simple function
The changes there make me aware
That change is a compunction
A triple non fat
With honey in that
And mocha and spices and foam
And make sure the cup
Is completely full up
And stays hot until I get it home
What’s happened to the brew
My forefathers knew
That came from the fire unaided
When I order a drink
Without foam , without toffee
I’m looked at as something quite strange
I still order straight coffee
And sneer at the toffee
While humming Home, home on the range
Eschewing frou-frou drinks! Yay! A delightful poem about a staple in some of our lives — black coffee! While the last line rhymes, it didn’t seem, to me, to fit the totality of the poem. That’s just me. Thanks for this poem!