this cup of joe here sure is nice… like a soft, warm hug to break the ice. with a fresh, crisp morning to think and play in — a new beginning’s here, we’ve made it again. this muddy ass mud here is right on time… steamy, smooth, and it’s all mine. strong and black; the onliest way — i think I’ll add a smoke to welcome the day. my pot went wild as it dripped the brew… too much for one pour, but not enough for two. still I sprinkled some sugar, poured out a lil’ cream — then started a riot as I slipped in a dream. one day it’s coffee; the next it’s tea… today it’s you, tomorrow it’s me. but I’ll wait ‘til then to pay that price — ‘cuz this cup of joe, right here? sure is nice.
For Lack of a Wetter Bird, damn this coffee is good.
