Late and short, because my head and fingers are full of fiction, not poetry. I’m also cheating on the prompt because I’m kind of on a roll here and I can just tell that a-b-ab- Don Juan pattern is going to make the muse angry if I tackle that right now instead of story. It does not bode well to anger one’s muse, especially when said muse is being generous.

Besides, I did foresee at least one of these poems being a coffee haiku.

Flavored coffee brews

Morning light is cold and grey

Books wait to be read

Nice muse. Good muse. Here is a coffee poem. You like coffee, right?