Poem: Three Cups of Coffee

Three Cups of Coffee

Three cups of coffee and you start, 
just start to wake up, 
your brain, frozen pipes and all, 
starts to flow, 
dangerously so, leaving you
unsure what my flow out
as the ice jam breaks loose. 

About this poem

Slow start this morning. But with three cups of coffee in me, I think I’ll make it through the morning. 

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