Cookiedough Nuts samples at the New London Food Stroll
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Morning Joe (poem)

2015 January 7, 2015

Black, brown, strong, smooth, silky.

Drip it. Sip it. Cup it. Mug it. Taste it. Face it.

A pungent toasty aroma:

Invigorating, uplifting, eye-opening and stimulating.

Consume the coffee,

Stain your teeth,

dip biscotti,

turn a leaf.

Wake up. Smell the brew.

Get up. Taste it too.

Drink up. Feel it through.

Wake up! This cup’s for you.