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”
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