These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Late Night Cup of Coffee

To drink a cup before I sleep,
it's wise to know the kind.
It's not like tea, that needs to steep,
but decaf is the grind.

To sip the blonded coffee cup
brings joy with ev'ry taste.
A friend with cake, the wondrous sup,
this moment not erased.

This blest alcove, the sweetest scene,
to write as the cup is drained.
The clock walks on. Each second seen
hopes, that some new words be gained.

To sip and rhyme in joyful bliss
salutes the day now done.
The poem finished, glad in this,
the calendar box is won.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 2nd, 2024