Coffee  Poem by Matthew Holloway

Coffee my opiate of choice
To sooth away the evening
And give warm welcome to the morn
The early hour where eyes hang heavy
And bones listless lay dormant
Coffee, black no sugar
A good strong hit to the senses
Waking the mind with a slap
Eyes shook open with impatience
Oh that first, second, third cup
How they greet me like an old friend
That hello, how are you today
And we all need a hit, a friend
Like that wouldn't you say