Poem: A Strong Coffee Blues
Black coffee, super-strong in a weak café; half-full - both it and me.
End of another week five days passed in shuffling feet, small steps but large leaps for the brain; five more days of doing whatever it is we all do.
It’s so important.
It’s so important.
It’s so important.
(But it’s not really important at all).
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Sounds Good! to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.