hold me stale
my brain blows foul gale
I need some assistance
to fuel me steady
pour me something
a mug of gleeful bean
before I can face the world
before these clouds have readied
this oil slick slides under my skin
a tie to the chin attitude begins
a face of fresh abandon to worry
a caffeine punch and I’m not sorry
a walk to the door then pace the street
with a smile and a word to all I meet
this coffee lark is a bugle of attention
to be topped up at intervals to alleviate tension