Coffee
By Jimmie Aaron Kepler
The timer starts the morning pot
brewing where it greets me
at the same time my alarm rings.
The first cup hides my morning breath
as it energizes the blood flowing through my veins
enabling me to stumble to my car
and drive to Starbucks for more.
A sunrise latte gives me the pick-me-up required
to face the tollway and morning rush hour.
A generic cup of Joe at work
gives me something to hold on to
as I begin the first
in a string of meetings.
A mid-morning cup of coffee
provides the jolt to make it to noon
where a fresh cup at my favorite café awaits.
Then a mid-afternoon cup
helps me survive the challenges
before the clock announces it is 5:00
and I can leave.
A drive-by Starbucks
provides the lift
before I sit in traffic
during evening drive time.
A fresh pot greets me
along with my
after-dinner pie and ice cream.
I fill the pot with water,
add fresh grounds
and set the controls before retiring for the evening.
And the timer starts the morning pot
brewing where it greets me
at the same time, my alarm wakes me.
“Coffee” by Jimmie Aaron Kepler originally appeared in the September 23, 2013 issue of vox poetica Magazine.
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Comments about Coffee and Jimmie’s poetry:
- Jean – “Jimmie! Beautifully written and all too true. I like the way you ended as you began. Thank you so much for this engaging poem.”
- Annmarie – “Jimmie Kepler writes a love poem to a rock star.”
- Brittany- “I love his story poems. He writes wonderful narrative poetry. They frequently remind me of the lyrics of a folk song.”
- Marissa – “I heard Jimmie do a reading of ‘Forever Still’ in Plano, Texas about a year ago. His poetry has the passion of the Beat Poets, the tenderness of the hippie poets, and the intellect of the renaissance man. His southern gentleman manners and charm as well as his soothing, Bill Clinton like voice and pacing makes a woman dream of snuggling, curled up by the fireplace with him as he holds her and reads his magical words to her. I love his poems “Forever Still” and “While You Were Sleeping.”