Morning Brew
Wake up and smell the coffee
The aroma the only constant connecting
This morning with the distant planet
Of our past when taste and flavour
Goodness to the last drop
Were its promised experience,
Signs of its virtue.
Fill the hopper with new beans
From the pouch inked green
Its promotions fit for modern palates
Promises of source and equity
Signals calming our guilt
Assuring the ethic of indulgence
Signs of our virtue.