Coffee and Inspiration.

The coffee machine clucks

like an old red hen

welcoming a friend.

That friend is me.

My chosen poison, a decaff,

skinny cappucino with

a smidge of chocolate,

(I'm on a health kick)

never fails to satisfy.

And the chat of others

affords inspiration.

I linger longer

than anticipated,

a little longer than I should,

but what else is time for,

if not for coffee and

inspiration?