Friday, May 24, 2013

Cold Coffee on Friday Afternoon

While I was taking my afternoon nap
my coffee got cold,
not ice cold,
but room temperature cold.

Drinking cold coffee
on this late Friday afternoon
reminded me
of a chilly spring morning
or fall day.

Ice coffee
is a pleasant experience
on tripe digit summer days,
but cold coffee
without chocolate,
milk,
or ice
is a completely different
experience.

It isn't
an unpleasant experience
and it isn't a pleasant
either,
it's just odd,
perhaps a little
weird
and unusual for me,
but I needed a a subject
for this poem.

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