Drink down this black abyss

Heavenly Coffee, how you make me whole;
how you heal a tired heart, a lazy eyelid and a battered soul;
and jolt a brain back to its duties, after tequila has taken its toll.

A dark and mysterious tonic,
chocolaty, citrusy, earthy — symphonic.
Bitter yet delicious. How ironic!

A fresh cup is total bliss,
drink down this black abyss,
till the cup’s floor is seen, I do not remiss.

You whisper in my thoughts “it’s time for more.”
Beloved Coffee, cups I’ve thus had four!
but your sublime aroma I helplessly inhale — this I can’t ignore.

Now my limbs and eyes they shake,
my heart: my ribcage it could break.
Oh noble Coffee, how committed are thee
to keeping me awake!

Deep in the night I remain alert to a great degree,
it is his will, the divine and venerable Coffee,
for the sunrise he wants me to see.

It is morning, Tuesday or Thursday I do not know,
“another!” orders he, on whom my will I bestow, 
and so without question I ready, another Cup of Joe.