An Ode to Coffee

It's been a long week, so little posting but here is an ode to coffee:

Aroma of mornings, warmth, home

My mother’s rich, dark,

Guaranteed to be 100% Colombian cafecito

Sadly now replaced by the

Weak odor from the K-cup coffee machine at my work

That signals the beginning of a long day.

Little coffee bean, why have you lost your past glory?

The bitter, powerful taste arising from the land of Ethiopia to inspire the

Sufi spiritual leaders in Yemen and Egypt,

Then converted to Christianity, refined and concentrated to make little espressos in Europe

Sipped by Enlightenment thinkers declaring the rights of man while enjoying the luxuries born from the sweat and blood of slaves in their colonies.

Now who is the slave?

The coffee or the addicted coffee drinker confined to the office desk.