Death Prefers Coffee
Death prefers coffee over tea
Or so I am told
Due to the late nights of harvesting
The sick and the old
He drinks alone before he goes out
Or so I am told
Warmly refreshing his sinister bones
With Columbian gold
No Grandes or Doubles or modern stuff
Or so I am told
A tiny single espresso for a bony hand
Easier to hold
Death prefers coffee over tea
Or so I am told
On nights when the English's time are up
I wonder, does he drink coffee to spite them?
That would be cold
Or so I am told
Due to the late nights of harvesting
The sick and the old
He drinks alone before he goes out
Or so I am told
Warmly refreshing his sinister bones
With Columbian gold
No Grandes or Doubles or modern stuff
Or so I am told
A tiny single espresso for a bony hand
Easier to hold
Death prefers coffee over tea
Or so I am told
On nights when the English's time are up
I wonder, does he drink coffee to spite them?
That would be cold
posted by Armand @ 4:58 PM
2 Comments:
At 12:02 PM,
Zinny. said…
i love it
love henry
At 9:06 PM,
Anonymous said…
TS Eliot: "I measure out my life in coffee spoons." I figure I may need to switch to de-caf when I die so I can stay dead.
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