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.

 © Philip Knight 2018