Coffee and Cigarettes

My Cigarettes and my coffee

Make a fine match for me.

No thinking about tomorrow or the day after.

In the mornings I drink it black

But afternoons with cream

And sugar.

I feel that buzz coming on

And I feel the caffeine take effect

My eyes wide shut

Like the movie, only better.

The telephone was turned off

And the car payment late

But, my cigarette keeps burning

And my coffee is still hot.

Daytime television is on

For only background noise, of course.

Who ever thought that makeovers

Could be so much fun.

The afternoon sun has filtered

Through the front room.

The cigarette burning there makes

The ring of smoke…

The ashes fill the dish,

A coffee cup really.

I brew another pot of Mississippi Mud

Dark and brown like the filter

That I drag from.

My writing is starting to fade.

The lights have not been flicked

The sun is sinking

Far over in the west,

Or east, depending on which

Way you are facing.

My swivel chair rotates and rocks

My dizziness makes my drags

Hard to take. The coffee looks

To be spilling, but the maid will

Clean it up.

I hear the water high on the mountain,

And I see the trees in the ocean,

Or wait, is that the other way around?

Another cup, another cup,

Who wants another cup of Joe?

Since it’s only me, I guess I will,

But first another Cigarette?

The sulfur smell hangs in the air

But that first drag is

So nice.

Coffee flavor cigarettes or

Cigarette flavored coffee?

Aren’t they one and the same?

How often do you see me

Smoking with one hand

With not a coffee in the other?

Could such a catastrophe

Ever take place?

The world wouldn’t come to

An end, and the sun would rise,

But what a site to see.

Which cup to use?

A simple question of weather there is

A point to pour from the pot

Or drink from the pot

Or siphon from the pot

Or to have it intravenously

Connected at all times.

Black is best,

But cream okay, and always

More then enough sugar.

The heat that fills my

Stomach, I also feel

Filling my lungs.

Both dark and warm

And silky going down.

Late night is on at last,

Ha ha funny funny

And a movie review.

One more cup before 12,

I have to make a new pot

Anyway…