coffee (good morning)

it’s always timefor a coffee poem I’m drinking one downright now I have begunby inhalingthe aromaof a jarin the momentof opening mmmaaahh I’ve crushed the beans(ground them down) perked themon the stove revelled right insidethe roarof them sucha wild roarin them then blendedwith the hot milkrising bubbles and inhaledonce againthis timethe steam and at lastI …

(PAD #025) today is (a coffee morning)

I spoon the beans I crush them the twirlingof the grinderspins me round wait . . .wait . . . I waituntil the percolatorgrumbles hisses and roarsat me coffeecoffee morning anxiety . . .desire . . . I am high coffeecoffee morning my mind has goneinto overdrive every questionis awhy because it is my coffeecoffee …

war drums roiling

the drums of war are roiling on the stove top percolation of the coffee in a battle with the roar of milk rising a swarming flood coming to the boil only with the tilting of the coffee pot only with the blending of the brown with the white does peace break out less of roar …

a quick latte (a long black)

my coffee grows on a hill somewhere around Kandara in Kenya my coffee grows ripe beneath the sun out there in Rutsiro or Rubavu in Rwanda my coffee is stored in the monsoon air of the Malabar coast in India enjoy your latte my coffee dries where a slow breeze whiles on Pico Turquino in …

milk moon: one two three

moon does your colour creep are you yellow into white darkness into the light right stronger than the left for so the world seems to me ~ moon blue moon once in a long long while let your light shine down right down on me moon blue moon I await you in darkness I await …

coffee train

too-oot toot too-oot toot coffee train I hear the sound arising coffee train beans so brown surprising the coffee train is working up a head of st… too-too-oot toot too-too-oot toot the coffee train comes raising steam the coffee train comes raising steam the coffee train comes toot toot coffee train comes the coffee train …

offering day

he stands under a clear blue sky sun directly over head he holds his offering high into the air a little smoke rising then a drifting of blue away he offers to each direction one to four singing a little offering song quietly beneath his breath shaman to the spirits of north and east west …

the sounds of morning

the competing train of milk on the stove the competing train of espresso o-o-woa o o-o-woa o the competing sound of a storm on the stove-top the competing grumble of volcano f-r-r-r-a-a-a-o-o-o-www f-r-r-r-a-a-a-r-r-r-a-a-a-r-a-a-o-o-o-www no no it is no competition no no no competition at all it’s only my brew of the morning no competition that …

hot and strong

these beans are darker than the last ones these beans are macho in a jar these beans are stronger like a bull stomp these beans are hombres a ya ya these beans overpower when they crush them these beans grow stronger while they wait these beans draw a crowd the people want them these beans …

coffees for a road trip

three coffees on the road today the first one still asleep while grinding beans half awake when the espresso growls the milk is boiled and ready a second cup two hours away a roaster turning beans by the kilo to brown the smell caffeine oil intensity pervades the café they take their coffee seriously here …