Oh foreign beans made of caffeine and love, <br />you never fail me. <br />What is this, a history paper to get done? <br />I never fear, for you will always be there <br />hugging me in your warmth. <br /> <br />Let me take you in, <br />Hush now, my sweet, tasty liquid. <br />The only sound I'll hear tonight is the hum of the <br />coffeepot and the clicking of <br />the keys. <br /> <br />You'll help me write this wretched paper <br />and give me inspiration, <br />motivation. <br />So do your job, Joe, and help <br />keep my eyes open and fingers typing.<br /><br />Terra Bartlebaugh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-coffee-2/
