Elegy for a Four-Cup Coffee Maker
Poor Mister Coffee – may God grant you rest
After long years of humble service to man
You never abandoned your duty station
Next to the cookies and the kitchen sink
You were the first to bless each day at dawn
Your little red sanctuary lamp aglow
As with electricity you commingled
Water and coffee into a sacrament
Fruit of the bean and work of human hands -
But now you are silent, to drip no more
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
Elegy for a Four-Cup Coffee Maker
Poor Mister Coffee – may God grant you rest
After long years of humble service to man
You never abandoned your duty station
Next to the cookies and the kitchen sink
You were the first to bless each day at dawn
Your little red sanctuary lamp aglow
As with electricity you commingled
Water and coffee into a sacrament
Fruit of the bean and work of human hands -
But now you are silent, to drip no more