Coffee’s Comin’ Down The Tracks

Morning ritual wakes us up.Pound of coffee in your cup.Black as night and heavy too.Man, this is your kind of brew.Coffee is so thick and dank.Rolls in like a Sherman tank.Busting rivets, twisting guts.Loosening your bolts and nuts.This pot it has a coal car.A fireman and crew.Hit that mountain running.Son, you have no clue.Clear theContinue reading “Coffee’s Comin’ Down The Tracks”