Ode to Coffee (2 Creamers, 2 Sugars, Please)

O drink of the Gods
and Goddesses
and Deities outside and
in between!

Every morning
and sometimes in the afternoon
and sometimes even more
I pay my respects at the altar.

This altar runs on
a concentrated stream of
hot water and grounded gold
sometimes loose or packed in little cups.

And sweet Nirvana
Thy name is Milk
with Sugar or other
Substitutes within!

In times of trouble
or lack of any other way
Thy dark bitter taste
has to suffice for the meanwhile.

Yes, Thy Outside Temples are many
but the sweet Solace
in a solitary cup
cannot be outmatched.

And Thy soft Comfort
brings a rush of Energy
to push through
the Chaos of Life.

May your Benefits be many
and your Work be productive
at the partaking of
this Wondrous Brew.