What is it with coffee?
It’s found in all areas of trauma.
The hospital, AA meetings, rehab centers, and police stations.
I suppose the black familiar taste is meant to numb the tongue and mind.
Sleepy eyes blink slowly over rising steam.
The dark puddles beneath their eyes
drips and drops into the black coffee.
The two elements commingle and understand the other.
Red rimmed and swearing irises glare hopelessly at plain Jane walls.
The waiting game is played in those spaces.
Why offer a stimulant to the wound gears of anxious relations then?
Coffee is a fix-it-all in these areas of trauma.
It’s the unspoken comfort everyone clings to
with slick palms and quivering fingers.
When the sinking suspicions of doubt drops people go for coffee.
What exactly is it with coffee?