Coffee Haiku Café

Give me that haiku of coffee
For it’s spiteful in the morning
To have to do without
Her breath of South America

Coffee and I start chapters well
And end in poems crashing
Out of the worst dehydration
Tantrums, temper hiccups

Terror-headaches, you should have quit/
I haven’t left coffee on a date yet
She’s pulled me through
A lot of coffee shops, late night

Marathon writing sessions
I’m going out on a limb here
To say that coffee is the only
Drug I’d be afraid to lose

As writing is a long-term relationship
And coffee is the foreplay
Of vengeance and poetry
I’d be indolent and fearful
Without her, I think.