Posts Tagged ‘coffee


Going To Jerusalem

I’m going to Jerusalem and I’m going to take
Whatever’s within arm’s reach in my bedroom:
Clearasil, vanilla body spray,
A carton of organic potato-leek soup,
Converse high-tops, Converse low-tops,
And Goldfish and Goldfish and Goldfish.
Graham crackers, oyster crackers,
Leopard print slippers,
A clock radio, a bag of pretzels,
Too short pants let down but never to be hemmed,
A fuschia blouse, a pink plaid cap,
And purses and purses and purses.
A Snuggie, a baby blue Sharpie,
An empty Seattle’s Best can left from the time tried to wean ourselves from Starbucks.
A hand-painted mug, two bottles of name brand grape juice,
Paperback copy of Orwell’s “Animal Farm”,
A dark gray fedora with a lighter gray band
And sock yarn and hat yarn and blue jeans.
How can it be when we played this game as kids
We never thought to pack any of these things?



I’m becoming concerned about what Dad eats
But Mom says we can’t control it.
A cup of oatmeal
Mug of 1% milk
Half a can of peaches
With his morning pills
A retainer band
Cork stopper for a jar
Four tiny rubber tires
And their antique police car
Two slices of bologna
A burger with Tillamook cheese
A coffee drink
More milk
Three wayward Canadian geese
Grape juice
Some horseradish
The remote for Mom’s TV
A baby gate
Candy canes from 2006
Our coffee table
Two slices of Cheddar
A bottle of Diet Coke
One Chinese dinner
With fortune cookie
A wood-handled leather jump rope
I’ve been very concerned about what Dad eats
But Mom-
Mom was right; we couldn’t control it.


Never Minds

coffee’s gone; she didn’t
make more. she’ll blame it on her
age but she’s just mean.


Things We Love

We love the fluffy lamby clouds,
Sapphire skies that hold them;
Plush cashmere sweaters at The Gap,
The well-trained staff who fold them.

We love our morning cup of joe,
Kind souls who brew it for us;
Cats that perk up when we get home;
Usually they ignore us.

We love new shoes, dark chocolate bars,
How trees bud in the spring,
But darn it! Rudy Fernandez
Surpasses everything.


Change Of Heart

When I first saw you I thought you were tasteless.
Yeah, odorless and colorless too. Not worth a second look.
Suitable for washing a car or filling a dog’s dish,
Maybe cooking some food in; definitely not drinking.
But you’ve changed.
In mere moments you’ve gone from blah to brilliant.
So rich
So strong
So dark and mysterious,
Baby, you’ve got my rapt attention.
The other girls were right; full-bodied is the way to go.
I want us spending every morning together and
Maybe a lot of the evenings, too.
I can’t wait to devote hours to learning all about you;
Discovering your every nuance.
From now on it’s gonna be Coltrane- don’t mean Robby- and you and me.
I mean it, baby. You’re a part of me; you flow in my veins.
You’re my life.
My life’s blood.
Most of all, you’re coffee.