I love you, dear Joe —
Your expectations are low,
as they need to be at my awaking.
You never hurl questions
or even suggestions
that cheerfulness I should be faking.
You have no demands –
you just warm my hands
and straighten the neurons all jumbled,
Help me tune out the noise,
steam the rust off my voice
‘til it’s more than just grunts and mumbles.
You clear out the fog
and the haze and the smog;
you patiently nudge the undead.
Your gentle aroma
brings me out of the coma
that urges me back towards bed.
My morning-time friend,
this need knows no end –
you can call it addiction or crutch;
It’s more pleasant for all
if I just heed your call —
Oh Joe, I love you so much!








Beautifully penned, K. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks so much for stopping by!
❤️k
Chère KJ.,
Ahhhh…. I’ve been waiting for this one.
And it was worth the wait.
Subtle, loving, in short very very human. May your love always stay this way.
Love it to bits this poem of yours.
Warm regards, Gus a.k.a. The shoegazer, a.k.a. The Amsterdam Fanclub
Thanks, Gus! Since you’re also over on my YouTube, you can find a spoken version of this over there if you feel so inclined. 😊
Cheers,
❤️k
Ah, shucks! You.shouldn’t have! ☺️
And if it ain’t me, there’s some lucky Joe out there somewhere!
LOL, are you ful of beans and caffeine? Is your first name Cuppa? If so, this is for you! 😆
Thanks so much for reading,
❤️k
What a beautiful space to be in!
Shout out to Joe!!
Much respect
Naaj
Joe makes every morning better with all that grinding and pressing and dripping. 😉 Dark & milky, my fave!
Thanks for stopping by, my friend!
❤️k
Dark, no sugar
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