hot cup of joe

i need coffee to wake
me up
from a deep sleep, how
sweet
the dreams were.
how nice
and long the night was.
but i'm
groggy now. awake,
but
stumbling towards
the hot cup.
doctoring it up just
so, with cream
and sugar,
going up the stairs
to crank out, before
work,
another couple of
poems. then on the road
i go.