you know

wake up in the morning

enjoying the first cup of

coffee

open the laptop

to read and view

the latest news

lo and behold

come to realize

nothing has changed

everything is the same

not really surprised

but…you never know

a morning in the future

may stun the mind

saying that it is to

good to be true

that there is

a change…maybe

good

bad…or

in between

you never know

and so

think i’ll sit

and wait out

the heat

and sticky

feeling outside

and enjoy the

comforts of the a/c

and slake my

thirst with water

with a cup

or two of caffeine

so…. that’s what

i’ll do

quality time

sit down…take a load off your feet, and have a cup of coffee…we can spend some quality time having a gab fest…most any subject works for me…we can keep it light, or on the heavy side…in between is okay too…so…what ever floats your boat…

and

its sunday afternoon… sitting on the couch, tv is on… laptop across my thighs… going through emails… blog posts… doing digital crosswords… its a good day for it… as the rain is streaking at slanting angle… brewed some french roast coffee… so it will help me to function properly without getting sleepy eyed…

Ok So

Without much sleep, I am sitting here, cup of coffee beside me, reading blog posts, and trying to figure out, what the hell am I doing up, when I should have gone back to bed. Of course there’s the nap routine, then there’s countless cups of strong, black coffee. Then there’s just go with the flow, and see what comes of it.

3:00 A.M. – A Short Story

Every morning, at 3:00 a.m., you will find an elderly gentleman, sitting in his favorite booth, having a cup of coffee. He has been patronizing this certain coffee shop, since he retired many years ago from the book editing job, that he had for over 35 years.

He usually is the only one there, and he has gotten use to the solitude he enjoys. It doesn’t matter what the weather is like. It can be cold, hot and humid, raining or snowing, it will not stop him from walking the two blocks from where he lives in a high rise downtown apartment.

When he’s finished his coffee, he will take one to go, and then stop at the kiosk, and by the morning newspaper. Later in the day, he will take a nap, recharge his batteries, and then he will go about whatever he feels like doing.

Cup Of Coffee

“Is it possible to get a cup of coffee-flavored coffee anymore in this country? What happened with coffee? Did I miss a meeting? They have every other flavor but coffee-flavored coffee. They have mochaccino, frappaccino, cappuccino, Al Pacino…Coffee doesn’t need a menu, it needs a cup.”
~ Denis Leary

I’ll read my books ….

I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.                                                                                                                            ~ J. D. Salinger

John W. Fellows ~ Poem

I want to hear the simmer
Of the old coffee pot;
I want to hear it hummin’
When it’d gettin’ good and hot;
I want to see the vapor rise,
Like incense in the room,
And float about a-fillin’
Every corner with perfume.
~John W. Fellows, “The Old Coffee Pot,”
in The People’s Home Journal, July 1903

Quick Fiction

Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee.

Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy.

Now he is thankful for people like the woman that works at the local bakery. Sam sees the best the best in people, and that’s a good thing.

Coffee

Over second and third cups flow matters of high finance, high state, common gossip and low comedy. [Coffee] is a social binder, a warmer of tongues, a soberer of minds, a stimulant of wit, a foiler of sleep if you want it so. From roadside mugs to the classic demi-tasse, it is the perfect democrat. ~Author Unknown

Deadline ~ A 100 Word Story

The reporter for the local newspaper, fueled with excessive amounts of caffeine, is typing away like a mad man. His editor loves his work, even though he his in his own world, no one dares to tell him to slow down. The reason is, that a colleague told him to take a break, and that turned into a big mistake. The madman told him to shut the fuck up, and to mind his own fucking business. Needless to say, that was the one and only time that anyone would have the balls to say anything to him, about his habit.

The Making Of A Special Bonding

Standing on the sidewalk
he said hello to a woman
who he never saw before.
She replied with a smile
and a hello.
He asked if she would
like to go have a coffee.
Her answer was a sincere yes.

They went to the nearest
cafe, sat at the small
table by the window
and enjoyed their coffees.
They told each other their
likes and dislikes, and
other things they like
to do and see.

From that moment on,
there was a lasting
bonding of friendship
that would last for
quite some time.

——————-
A fictional short story

aponderingmind.org 2016

Watching

Sitting alone at an outdoor
cafe, enjoy his morning cup
of coffee. He puts down his
phone and decides to do the
crossword. He thought he
brought his medium point,
black ink pen, but he realized
that he hates using a pencil.

In the meantime, he will just
sit back and relax, and enjoy
the city life, and observe the
people from all walks of life.
Some going to their places of
employment, some doing errands,
the rest just passing the time
of day.

He knows that life as he knows
it, could not get any better
than this. Come tomorrow, he
will return, and will make sure
he brings his pen.

He Said/She Said Friday Night Edition

He: It’s been a long day.
She: Why do you say that?
He: Well, I was busy.
She: Busy? Really?
He: Yes, busy.
She: Sitting on your ass all day, signifies that
you was busy?
He: While I was as you say, “sitting on my ass,”
I was doing stuff, like doing crosswords, reading,
blogging, and above all, taking coffee breaks.
She: Coffee breaks? Your drinking coffee all damn
day! And you call it coffee breaks. You’ve got some
balls saying that.
He: Since I’m retired, I still call them coffee breaks.
She: Your a real piece of work. Being retired has really
changed you.
He: How have I changed?
She: You hardly ever go out, I have to beg you to do
several things like take out the trash, vacuum, and a couple
of easy tasks to do.
He: You knew I’m retired, so I thought I would take it easy,
live the life of Riley.
She: Wow! You’ve got it all figured out.
He: Yes I do, and that’s not going to change.
She: We’ll see about that.