to drink in the morning,
with my fat, contented cup
for my fat contented ladies,
sits perched on a landing in the sun room -
“What do you do?” she said.
And I said, “I pour coffee.”
“Oh,” she replied, retreating to the foyer.
6.6.10
Poem: Upon Pouring Coffee
to drink in the morning,
with my fat, contented cup
for my fat contented ladies,
sits perched on a landing in the sun room -
“What do you do?” she said.
And I said, “I pour coffee.”
“Oh,” she replied, retreating to the foyer.
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
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