Coffee

I pour myself a cup of coffee

And the pot always drips

I pour faster

I pour slower

Higher, lower

It always drips

Staining the counter top

And stinging my palm

And the coffee isn't even good

Its dark, and it's hot

And i get precious little out of it

But i like the mug

And it's my new favorite thing

And i get a new thing every week

And i pour coffee down the side of it

And it makes rings on the table

So i clean it up with the mail

Because the mail is always coming

And it's always boring and its always nothing

So i throw it away

Into a trash can filled with coffee grounds

That i don't remember buying

And i'm hungry but im out of eggs

So i go to a diner

Where they have special food

At a special price

For special people

And i get served by a lady whos too nice to me

Too close to me

Two eggs for me

And i give her all my money

And she gives me all her coffee

And she doesn't spill a drop 

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

This made me smile so I read it three times. You have made art out of experiences that are not particularly special and that are common to just about everyone. I mean that as high praise. Well done. MSB