Morning Coffee

Some routines
cannot be stopped,
nor should they.

I can stop the smoking
I can stop hanging out in bars
I can pare down the drinking
(but not stop it apparently.)
What I can’t seem to do
is stop writing poems about
morning coffee.

It’s not even morning,
I’m lying to myself now.

What a terrible way
to start the afternoon.

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