Cup of Coffee

What gets me up

On Monday Morning

Is the image

Of that wonderful cup

Of black coffee

That’s hopefully

Waiting for me.

Quite often though

I’m the first one

To get up

And I have to brew

Coffee myself.

And I sit down

As that characteristic

Smell gets into my nose

And wakes me up

From my dreams

As gently as anyone

Possibly could.

But when I’ve had

A mouthful of this

Noble drink,

Is usually when I

Realize:

The sun is shining.