The Demon Bean

Coffee

Unctuous

First sip, last drip, scrumptious

No drink can comfort, the parched dry mouth

Recover from mornings, the sentient self

Quite like the demon bean

Devilishly moreish, whoreish even as I sip her wares

With cinnamon toast for company

Not love, nor utopia compares

Arabica, I shout, the cavernous yawn expectant

Smells the roast, hears the china cup

And like magic the corpse is resurrectant

Then with a thank you God and a splash of cream

I do baptize the demon bean

Coffee

The Daddy

All day protection for the crabby

The pour, the nestling in one’s hand, the craft

Rituals to calm the soul, homogenise the heart

So, bump and grind that bean

Do not stint on the velvety smooth Italian

Or recoil from the thimble of treacle

If Turkish, or Greek is your Valium

No, indulge my brothers and sisters

Till all that’s left is a froth moustache

To lighten the mood, tickle your whiskers

Then life you can face renewed, redeemed

And you owe it all to the demon bean