Poem for a Coffee Day

Tomorrow.

Coffee for a Poem Day.

Or Poem for a Coffee.

It's the same thing.

So, I just did one.

I drink coffee like a fish.

They don't.

I know.

And they don't glug.

Or slurp.

Or fiddle with spoons

Or cubes of sugar or

Wrappers.

Or broadsheets.

Fish are well-mannered.

Mostly.




My poem is now at zen my ass

It's called The Big Red Spot (and the Little Red Spot).

It's about the Hubble Telescope.

It's not about coffee.

As far as I know.



Julius Meinl serves coffee in little red cups.