I like a cup of coffee in the morning
black, one sugar, decaf if you please
A syrup waffle with the syrup melting
and with it my cares melting by degrees.
I'll take my coffee out onto the terrace
and sit there in the early morning breeze.
With all my plans as vague as wispy cirrus
I love my life on summer days like these.
But when at last the summer days are ended
and all the leaves have fallen from the trees.
My morning coffee still tastes just as splendid
when taken with a rug across my knees.
The antidote to all that troubles me
is coffee sprinkled with tranquility.
