Cup O Joe my Cup O Joe!
The morning starts with
burner’s glow
Take it black with cream or no
aromatic in it’s ebbing flow
Time to go my Cup O Joe
holding forth the armrest stow
Quiet moments fainter grow
before the day’s shrill whistle blow
Lunch is passing hither fro
naptime dreams or bosses crow?
To the break room I must go
hello my friend…my Cup O Joe!
Dusk comes marching in a row
dearest ones to Starbucks go
More than coffee now you know
Precious time with friend or bro
Pals that share are in the know
With me my cup…my Cup O Joe
DK
I wrote Cup O Joe in December of 2008. I had the idea of putting together gift baskets for my family and including a poem with each gift. With the coffee cup came the poem Cup O Joe. I’ve always thought about the fact that it’s more than a cup of coffee. It’s the jump-start in the morning, it’s the warmth on a cold day, it’s the friendship and conversation in the evening. The cup of coffee is often the excuse for the activity. I remember three day Harley trips with my brother Mark and the fun of blaring up to a Starbucks for a riding break. The idea of Cup O Joe was the thought of it being like an old friend…always around…just old Joe!
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