Ol’ cup ah’ Joe
Sulking sleepily in the corner,
listening to smooth jazz
through cotton knitted earmuffs.
The center of the solar system,
always departs a little past closing time.
Discussing between, intermittent sips
his plans for tomorrow, but Oh
Oh he’ll be back I tell you.
Back for his ol’ cup
that drives him so late into the night
like a rocket into space.
That’s the brew whether it is life or not.
Sebastian Sandok
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pal-joe/
