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“I walk the floor and watch the door / and in between I drink black coffee.” – Ella Fitzgerald

Black Coffee...

She is a fragrance that infects your senses, grabs hold of your body, controls you, and hugs your skin like a layer of clothing —

so when you leave her for the frost of colorless mornings, you carry her with you like the mark of a lover.

She is a taste that shocks you, repels you, yet attracts you all the same.

She soaks into your skin.

She rots you, she decays you,

But your mind is fogged

— distracted by how absolutely bitter, yet absolutely sweet she is.

You take her in, you consume her.

She pours her love into you.

She gives and receives nothing in return —

like the dear sad mug, unwashed and unused,

that encases the liquid you have drained to the brink of destruction

until she is nothing, yet everything

when you sip her away.

She is a sight that excites you, that you cannot get enough of

– even the thought is an addiction.

Smoke billows from her form.
 
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5fish said:
“I walk the floor and watch the door / and in between I drink black coffee.” – Ella Fitzgerald

Black Coffee...

She is a fragrance that infects your senses, grabs hold of your body, controls you, and hugs your skin like a layer of clothing —

so when you leave her for the frost of colorless mornings, you carry her with you like the mark of a lover.

She is a taste that shocks you, repels you, yet attracts you all the same.

She soaks into your skin.

She rots you, she decays you,

But your mind is fogged

— distracted by how absolutely bitter, yet absolutely sweet she is.

You take her in, you consume her.

She pours her love into you.

She gives and receives nothing in return —

like the dear sad mug, unwashed and unused,

that encases the liquid you have drained to the brink of destruction

until she is nothing, yet everything

when you sip her away.

She is a sight that excites you, that you cannot get enough of

– even the thought is an addiction.

Smoke billows from her form.
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Caffeine-induced ramblings
 
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TomEvans said:
Caffeine-induced ramblings
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It was a poem... like the one below...

BLACK COFFEE by Ella Fitzgerald.

I’m feeling mighty lonesome, haven’t slept a wink, I walk the floor and watch the door and in between I drink black coffee. Loves a hand-me-down broom. I’ll never know a Sunday in this week-day room I’m talkin’ to the shadows, one o’clock to four. And lord, how slow the moments go when all I do...
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I’m feeling mighty lonesome, haven’t slept a wink, I walk the floor and watch the door and in between I drink black coffee.

Loves a hand-me-down broom. I’ll never know a Sunday in this week-day room I’m talkin’ to the shadows, one o’clock to four. And lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour black coffee.

Since the blues caught my eye. I’m hangin’ out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry. Now a man is born to go a lovin’, a woman’s born to weep and fret, to stay at home and tend her oven and drown her past regrets in black coffee and cigarettes!

I’m moonin’ all mornin’, and mournin’ all the night, and in between it’s nicotine and not much heart to fight black coffee. Feelin’ low as the ground. It’s drivin’ me crazy, this waitin’ for my baby, To maybe come around.

I’m feeling mighty lonesome, haven’t slept a wink, I walk the floor and watch the door and in between I drink black coffee.

Since my gal went away My nerves have gone to pieces and my hair’s turnin’ gray. I’m talkin’ to the shadows, one o’clock to four. And lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour black coffee.

Love’s a sorry affair. I know where all the blues are, cause baby , I’ve been there. Now a man’s born to love a woman, to work and slave to pay her debts. And just because he’s only human, to drown his past regrets in black coffee and cigarettes.

I’m moonin’ all mornin’, and mournin’ all the night, and in between it’s nicotine and not much heart to fight black coffee. Feelin’ low as I can be. It’s drivin’ me crazy, this waitin’ for my baby, To maybe come around…
 
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