Joe

This is one of the first poems I ever wrote years ago - simple ode to my beverage that keeps me going most days

My morning mistress, even if well known

Opener of my mind, comfort to my soul

Aroma clears my head, sets me in motion

Happiness in a cup, so dark and strong

Acquired taste, slightly bitter yet wonderful

I may rise absent you, rarely will I wake though

I raise my cup, taking you in

Warmth and energy, I am rarely me without you