In Case You Were Asking--Coffee

Maybe there would be
a donut there, or perhaps
nothing to make the coffee

better, you could never
tell but you also couldn't lose
counting on bad coffee--

so bitter and burnt your
tongue would feel better
licking the dingy coffee

colored shingles of your
neighbor's unpowerwashed
roof, but still it IS coffee

unstirred by spoon, cuillier
or Prévert and it asks
no easy coffee-

house questions and offers
only the solace of a cup
with a handle. Coffee . . .

In case you were asking.


  1. Drinking some now. A friend urged this special brand on me, and I am less than enchanted. But well.


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