Invocation of the Muse

In early morning, at first light, sing the praise
Of coffee. Let the song be fresh and bright
To lift the spirits from a sleeper’s daze.

Oh, grinds, infuse the day with smells so light
And burbling sounds of bliss, percolating.
Awake the courage needed for the fight

Against the doldrums caused by the maddening
Repetition, wooden and precise, of rites
Performed by day, bracketed by evening.

Oh, coffee is the only thing that bites
My mind, starts my morning meditation
It sends my faculties flying, high as kites.

So sing, pajama clad, battling exhaustion
As you greet the world through a sleepy haze,
Of its soothing, total, sweet dominion.