me I’m that person
that person who drinks the day thick and black
sipping in the light of a sun rolled out in strips
beneath a drop-ceiling sky
my bent head and keyboard tapping fingers
working on an all-day assembly line
organized with dividers color-coded in tabs
washed down in coffee
thick and black
gallons a day
3 thoughts on “Fuel”
The way to drink coffee! 😀
Your poem describes how my husband works from home. Lots of clacking away at keyboards accompanied by copious quantities of very black coffee.
Ditto my husband. I think the inside of his stomach must be coated with coffee.
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