Ode of Coffee

Ode to Coffee

 

Cup after cup standing as one

Their aroma offering solitude among the chaos,

The grinder growls without solace;

In the coffeehouse the sacred beans

 

Roast, of life the sacred ritual

To the morning routine of work;

Then driven onward towards the final drop

Of caffeine to their salvation in the last sip,

They seek the semblance of consciousness.

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