When did I start drinking coffee?
Or, pardon, let my rephrase;
When did I start enjoying coffee?
There were days in the bleary morning light
That coffee was but a stimulant to get me to work
At my boring job with bad wages and terrible hours.
It was something that was added into the sweet drinks
At Starbucks counters to keep the barista from judging me.
But now, just now, right now,
I've just found myself with a cup in my hand
At Saturday's middle,
For no reason other than I craved it.
I remember thinking as a child how do adults like this,
How could anyone like this?
I suppose I've grown up enough to know better.
