Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Ode to Juan Valdez
This is pretty much how my brain feels most mornings. I need some coffee.
My brain is like a lazy hobo
wandering around from place to place
babbling nonstop crazy nonsense
and swiging bum wine
till it collapses in a sodden heap
refusing to move and stinking up the joint.
And so I reach for the coffee
and make it extra strong.
Because caffeine works like a great big cop
who prods my brain awake with a swift kick to the ass
and a hissed suggestion.
"Get moving, Rummy!"