Coffee Hit

When you wake up.

Your night has passed in a blur.

All you want is the hit.

It’s a new day.

Nothing else is relevant.

You drink the shot.

Espresso.

The smell like hot mud,

The taste of earthy desire.

The caffeine pumps round you.

Like a pump pumping up a football.

You got this groove again.

All you want is another hit.

It’s like a cheap thrill.

A roller coaster.

All you want to do is dance.

The elixir of life in this stupor.

It shows how everything is mundane.

And all you want is another shot of coffee.