Coffee Jottings .....

You appeared on my table all of a sudden steaming ,
God only knows from where perhaps from the vending machine at the terrace.
This reminds me one of the hidden pleasures of my job those club breaks,
Stirring you thru those froths reminds of the rough is life ahead.
I find the depths of the cup , chunks of white sugar with brown streaks ,
One side tastes white & sweet ,another taste bitter & black ,
Mebbe this is what life is…..


Call it obsession Call it habitual
Call it fanatical But I am not tryingTo make this a skeptical
I have this craving,Justifies behaving,I really need some of that
It all ground up, In my favourite cup,
Black or whiteDark or light Strong or Double
Right to start the dayRight at work ,
Right at endA perfect thing for those breaks

A lot can happen over a coffee