Coffee Junky Poem by Jay AndersonTaylor

3: 45am my alarm clock rings...

BEEP! BEEP! , obliterating me out of my deep sleep and dreams

about stimulation. Hesitating with each turn it takes to pull myself from

my soft downy pillow that has kept me in a state of morbid relaxation.

The day before too much Tequila and Margaritas …

my vision so fuzzy and maladjusted I can barely focus

and with each vibration of my lips and swallow of spit...I taste my last

drink, it almost make me want to vomit again? I dash in the shower…

a quick shave and one jelly curl snack, I dash out the door…put my

foot to the accelerator and barrel down my suburban streets. Soon

I arrive at my favorite destination. Their all standing in line as if they

were awaiting the local drug dealer to open for business.

Some of them barley awoke and some even shaking.

Man, it takes them an extra ten minutes just to open the door! My head

is a pounding like a drummer was beating on my brain with a

hammer… I could have even swear that I could hear other peoples

hearts beating who where standing next to me?

I’m the second one in line and my hands are now even shaking. Finally

my turn to order…'Give me a Latte macchiato and make it quick? '

He turns around behind his glass of privacy and pours a little of this

and a little of that and some fresh cream into a mixer and blends it all

together, he then pours it all in to a serving cup.

Five and a half minute later…from a recovering Happy hour Alcoholic I

went too to a morning Coffee Junky just trying to get his fix.