Sunday’s Theme Music
Cleaned up, shaved, cats fed, I sought the next things: what’d I need now? Coffee, water, a trip to the beach, my arm mended, the rona virus ended, a cold bevvie with my friends, a publishing contract…
“Dial it back, laddie,” I decreed. “Talkin’ ’bout here and now.” My mind reiterated my needs, building on them…
Such contemplation about what I need often collapses into what I want. Got air. I needed food and water. We can expand it into the hierarchy of needs., of course, but I’m addressing basics.
Yeah, it was too much for too early. Retreating from myself, I made coffee and breakfast, and invited the Stones in to perform “You Can’t Always Get What You Want“.
Coffee Morning
Got my head out of bed
And my ass across the floor
Staggered through the hall
Hit my face on the door
My eyes were still closed
Couldn’t see where I was
Couldn’t even think
I needed a coffee buzz
Fumbled into the kitchen
The cats almost tripped me
Made it to the counter
And started huntin’ them beans
Found leftover grounds
But that weren’t much
My mind began howlin’
For its caffeine touch
The can was empty
So was the bag
There wasn’t even Sanka
This mornin’ was becomin’ a drag
I sucked on a used filter
To see me through
And licked up the dregs
Left from yesterday’s brew
My heart beat was flailin’
My thinkin’ gave out
And then my legs
And I started floppin’ about
The cats all gathered
But they was no help
The situation was dire
I began to yell
Then my wife came in
And bent down low
And said, “We’re out of coffee
But I guess you know.
“So I went to Starbucks
To get you a cup
‘Cuz I knew without it
You wouldn’t be much.”
I thanked her with tears
And sat up straight
And then drained the grande
And began to feel great
Then the horrible truth struck
‘Cuz my need was laid bare
I needed a second cup
But do I dare?
Michael Seidel, writer 