Fresh Coffee

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard, 1997

Fresh Coffee smells
on the highway coming home,
in the neighborhood and up the street,
and as I unlock the door.

It’s over.
Not a whimper, not a cry, and definitely no tears.
The televangelist says,” It’s a set up!”
I take a sip of fresh coffee.

The radio news anchor says,
“Buckle up. He’s coming back!”
The postal carrier says,
“Sign here for the damages.”

It’s a letter from the New World Order.
I gulp a now-chilled taste.
Officially ‘dead’ it reads.
Regrets from the President.
What a guy! He feels my pain. Not bad for an official lame duck.

Must re-assert the identity.
Suddenly, I drop the mug onto the tiled floor.

At church they said,
“How great and generous.”
At school they said,
“A real nose for it.”
At work they said,
“Never one finer.”

I mop up the mess and
pour myself
another cup of fresh coffee.

What a great dog he was.

Copyright © 1960-2015 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.

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