when the coffee falls
right as everything is ready
waiting to be poured
about to brew
soon to be sipped
it becomes precious
so you laugh or cry or both.
“The coffee was never served. It boiled over, spattered them all,
and wet a costly tablecloth and the baroness’s dress.
But it served the end that was desired for it gave rise to many jests and merry peals of laughter.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
“one of my favorite things
is to have a three-hour conversation over coffee with someone. “
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something about this reminds me of me with my morning coffee.
“without coffee, nothing gets written. period.”
when hurrying through a drive-through
to grab a quick cup of coffee
at taco bell
(which should have given me pause in the first place)
they handed me my coffee
a bag, a spork, and a little cup of thick crema.
maybe they’re too hipster for me
and I just don’t get it.
more fun than getting the surprise in a happy meal at mcdonalds
and more confusing.
“comedy comes from confusion.”
celebrate national coffee day with a big cup of joe.
i celebrate each and every day
at least once.
‘coffee is a language in itself.’
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