There is one thing
That I want more
Than anything beneath the
Tree but since I
Don’t have a tree
Maybe you will be
Standing outside my door
On that Christmas morn
Category: Morning
StrongCoffee
One more early am
Sitting here with some
Throaty jazz and pot
Of strong coffee forcing
Humanity into my mind
After a night of
Bawdy abandon with dreams
Of past soon to
Be past and yet
To be past lovers
And sitting here imagining
Having this same coffee
And it’s over conversation
WithHelloCameSpring
And like the late
Winter sun that sat
Low on the horizon
And crept through thickets
Of peeling white poplar
And inched to the
Waters frozen edge melting
It creating just enough
Room for fish to
Sigh so was your
Hello to my heart
It gave the snow
Crusted marshland of my
Soul just enough hope
For spring to happen
OoofUghErMorning
Feeling like heavy crude
Freshly pumped from the
Wells of my nighttime
My mind needs refining
To remove the skeletal
Dreams laid waste there
Crushed by life’s pressure
And sifted through coffee
Causing me to cuckoo
Good morning to friends
CityJazzMorningCoffee
There is just something
About delicate jazz chilly
City mornings and coffee
It’s like home here
Wherever here may be
And when you come
Out to me swimming
In my sweatshirt and
Nothing else to kiss
Me and sip mine
And sit across me
I know this much
City jazz morning coffee
Is all the heaven
That I’ll ever need
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 