Warmed Over Coffee

7 'Izzat 164 B.E. - Thursday, September 13, 2007 about 9:05 PM PDT

I sip hot coffee
from a white mug,
black coffee warmed over in the microwave
brings back memories of morning.

Memories of the wind
blowing through olive and stone pine trees,
of the garbage truck moving slowly up Bracken Ave
and stopping at the waiting trash cans.

I sip strong black coffee
warmed over in the microwave
and remember my grandfather
as he sit at the kitchen table in my grandparents' house
in Blackwell, Oklahoma.

I learned to drink coffee the way Grandpa made it
strong and black;
I learned to warm it over in the microwave
when life refused me time
to consume an entire peculator of liquid
before forcing me to leave the house.