Tasty Black Gold

A poem for coffee lovers


That gurgling sound from water and steam
delivers a liquid through crumbs from a bean

Clear it goes in and dark it comes out
My tasty black gold via delivery spout

Into my cup pours the perfect amount
Like times before; too many to count

Ah, the aroma that accompanies the air
As I cradle my vessel and sip with care

This heavenly high doesn’t fade away
I’ll drink my coffee till my final day

Alternative ending. Original but was asked by someone to change it.

It never gets old this heavenly high
I’ll drink my coffee till the day that I die