13 November 2012
The sun touches my face, time to start the daily race,
The alarm goes off just the same, another day of my life's game.
Dressed in quite the rush, the sound of traffic destroys the hush.
That vital brew is what I need, it is the core, my energy seed.
First in line, this day is starting off good, the bitter taste loved by all, it is widely understood.
A cafe latte will do me fine, please use the coarsest grind.
Out the door just before eight, I'm feeling fine, the day looks great.
Good Coffee • Opuss № I