Morning Coffee

Wake up, smell the coffee
brewing since 5 AM
Sweet hazelnut aroma, drifting
like a tantalizing cloud, into the bedroom
stirring us, tickling us awake

That first sip, like a first date
magical, overflowing with curiosity, desire
Some mornings, transporting me
to ancient Turkey, Ethiopia, Persia
Never McDonald’s, though
some swear by its brew

Two mugs later
wits about me
Hitting on all pistons
Mind, body revved
All systems go
Ready, to face the world

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Donโ€™s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

15 thoughts on “Morning Coffee

  1. Do I ever relate to this one. Until I have had some coffee, I am totally non-functional. The greatest smell in the morning. Also a great way to sit with a friend and discuss the state of life in the universe.

    …Z

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