drink coffee. be happy.

Archive : 2013-02

one sense

smell each coffee as they
roast, starting out like hay
and soon after, peanuts. then
kettle corn then gray smoke
then, the smell that says it
is done, the smell that says,
open the door, watch the beans
tumble out, spin around,
engulf me in the smell of
accomplishment.

something sure smells good says
the lady at the post office.

a good day

today the world shines on
you and everything works out.
no stress, no worries,
all smiles.

may the luck of the irish
be with you today.

nutty irishman