Over cooked coffee
The clock slowly unwinds on the day.
You will arise and make my coffee
and I, always grumpy, will drink it and watch the news and complain.
You will say Yes Dear and read your Sports and not hear what I say
and then we will both
When we return at the end of the day, I, always grumpy,
will complain and you will go to bed and I
will sit and be bitter
and dark like
coffee left too long on brew.