Another cup, pour it
Hit me with that coffee strike
Let me intoxicate myself
On the aroma and strength
Of the bean and the water
I need to write and be awake
Alert at all times, in case
That idea I've been waiting for
Comes visiting my little brain
Keep the coffee coming
I don't wish to sleep
I just need paper and a pen
Or access to a keyboard
And yes another cup
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem