Morning Coffee Wake Up (Three Scenarios)

Monday-Friday Wake-Up

I wake up abruptly, alarm ringing, 

to-do list running through my head.

I rush into the shower and race

through the house, throwing together

things I need to get me from home to work.

In the kitchen, the last leg of my morning sprint,

the coffee pot greets me, ready with her brew.

I pour her into my to-go cup and rush out the door.

In the car, as I start the engine,

and take a sip, lips meeting metal and plastic.

For only a moment, before I press the gas petal,

life slows and I sip her warm liquid, decelerating a jolted day.




Monday-Friday Wake-Up--Take 2 

I wake up abruptly, alarm ringing, 

to-do list running through my head.

I rush into the shower and race

through the house, throwing together

things I need to get me from home to work.

In the kitchen, the last leg of my morning sprint,

the coffee pot greets me, cold and empty, evening unprepared.

I race to the car and start the engine,

speeding toward to local coffee shop.

I am greeted at the drive-through.

and order then wait for the transaction to be complete.

Coffee in my hand, I put it in the cup holder,

driving twenty feet to clear the drive-through

for the next unprepared customer.

Then the engine idles as I stop in my tracks

and take a sip, lips meeting paper.

For only a moment, before I press the gas petal once again, finally,

life slows as I sip her warm liquid, decelerating a jolted day.

Weekend Wake-Up

Lounging in bed for that extra moment,

I hear the perking of coffee being brewed below.

Between dream and reality, I lay an extra moment,

the aroma drifting into my bedroom air,

enticing me to start my day.

Padding leisurely to the kitchen 

in slippers and jammies, I enter the kitchen where 

the coffee pot greets me, ready with her brew.

I pour her into an earthenware mug and 

amble to an overstuffed chair.

I linger, the mug and I connected as I welcome the heat of its contents.  

I inhale the aroma and slowly bring ceramic to my mouth and sip,

Her warm liquid begins to jolt my unhurried day.

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