Java High

by Dana Van Wie

High-pitched whirling grind.

Dark mahogany fills the carafe.

Ahh! The rich, pungent aroma.

Anticipation makes me tremble for

Nectar I crave.

I fill my mug- Java, cup-o-joe.

A splash of ivory

Swirls with chestnut.

A warm velvet flow.

I take a sip.

Arrgh! Yuk!!!

Cleaning fluid! turpentine!

Spewing into the sink.

What to do? What to do?

My precious brew is tainted!

No time. Need my fix.

Grab my purse, bag, mug

Rush out the door.

I water the bush.