Coffee By Matthew J Dourow

Coffee

by Matthew J Dourow

sip...sip...sip...sip...sip
still too hot, I say to myself
sip..sip..sip..sip
finally cool enough
time to drink the warm elixir
in no time, there is nothing left
I rise to reach
pouring till there is nothing, dregs
even this is too hot
wait...wait...
wait...wait...
finally I may drink
till there is nothing, dregs
lazily floating in my cup
as lethargically as a resorts lazy river
again I rise to reach
there's is nothing left, to show now
but my shaky hands

maybe I should have made tea instead...

Back in the Coffee House by Jasmin Shear

Back in the Coffee House 

By Jasmin Shear

As I sit here, sipping my over-priced latte', I wonder
I wonder about next year
    about next month

    it will be next year
about tomorrow,
and I realize:
  I realize soon

So why is it I'm so infatuated with such a sudden future?
and even sooner, next month
        let alone tomorrow,
 Maybe it's because

    when there is no longer enough time in today,
Tomorrow has the ability to make dreams come true
    It bares a place to reside in,
       It has a  way of making promises

Tomorrow can also pass you by,
that you don't even care whether or not they come true,
         as long as they feel good to hold, for tonight:
  but it seems never to fail
   to come right back, for today.

 A today, tomorrow, just once, forgets to come.
I guess the only reason 
 I spend so much energy imagining
 the possibilities that tomorrow holds
  Is because, I can't help but wonder

what if maybe they'll be a day,