An Ode for Coffee

An early morning, when the fumes arise,
I hear the call, or I rather smell it;
That’s the one thing I like: there’s no surprise,
But only flagrant fumes, and no bullshit.
And yet in its fumes I find addiction,
Because the mere smell makes me go crazy;
When it’s early it’s a benediction
But take it too late and you’ll go crazy.

It comes from Columbia, or Malaysia;
But from whichever horizon it came,
May it be in Asia or Africa,
When it’s in my cup I shall just proclaim:

“Glorious coffee is for my reckless soul
the invincible, infallible fuel.”