“Double strong, double size, double the surprise, the taste always as good as the previous time. Coffee.” Gun Roswell
Coffee server in a cup, preferably, double in size, but not just that, but double strength, nothing else, because why? This is coffee, no need for any add ons.
Well, maybe some foam, the milky kind, as long as there is no lactose nor too much of the sugary type, then that would be fine, but remember to serve it in a tall glass, the whole setup chilled, even if it won’t last.
Because coffee, no matter the size, shape or strength, is the very best.
“There is nothing more invigorating, than the smell of fresh brew in the early morning hours, when stumbling out of the bed, half asleep. It is the only medicine for the cure of not being awake.” Gun Roswell
The early morning hours, never the easy ones for this sleeping ugly, because that is the correct word to describe the monstrous thing getting out under the covers and stepping their giant feet to the cold floor, nothing pretty to be seen, only scowls, snide remarks upon being dressed and worse remarks and quips if being asked. Surely, not a morning being, at all.
But, that will all change, once the medicined kicks in. And by that is meant, the one and only true healer, the saviour of it all, the one which can the biggest mountains make one move, and then to put on the daily groove, to any annoyed and sleep deprived person, the big uncooperative monster had just become during the night time.
Alas, the smallest scent will make the sleepy entity hell bent, on getting up and down stairs, bursting into the kitchen with nostrils flaring, taking a deep breath, inhaling the elixir of life, taking a sip, savouring the taste, then another soon to follow, until finally, the whole cup is drained of the darkest of brews, and then only, will do, a conversation or any other query, if feeling daring, as this is just the first cup, after all.
“There is always room for more, more coffee that is!“ Gun Roswell
The time of the day, when you simply want your big fat head to rest lay, alas the time is not really on your side, the reasons plenty to keep your eyes open and wide, but not even a smile emerges, as the urge to sleep, is too dire, and not even the house on fire, would get you moving.
So, the choice is obvious, or rather the cure, as this sleepy state,, really is a human ailment, something rather easily to be cured, as rest assured, if you get a hold of the strongest, darkest of liquids, known to human kind, the trust in me, you soon will feel, simply fine.
As this, sustenance, is totally divine, sent from the gods, up above (or wherever they just might be, looking down?) the cup filled to the hilt, then another and perhaps a third, not too soon, but neither too late to consume, the caffeine kicking in and then, all you can do is to dance and sing, and perhaps afterwards, do whatever thing needed to be done.
“The sweet elixir of life, whatever it means to each and every person, is different, but Coffee for sure, takes the lead in my book, without any strife!” Gun Roswell
Becoming more adult, the tastes from when a child, start to develop to a more, subtle direction, at least, that is the general consensus of things, and not all do agree, as growing up and becoming an adult are two different things, and so, how we muddle through the so called life, well, that too, varies majorly so.
Getting old, means you might want to vary your diet and perhaps start liking certain things you did not before, just like life, right?
Getting even older means, you will stat to love the bitter taste of coffee without any qualms, black no sugar, no cream and definitely no milk, no questions asked, except for the one always hanging in the air when the liquid from the cup starts to disappear – one more, please!
It is totally reminiscent of life in this writers mind, as the more stale it gets as it sticks to the bottom of the pot, having been left for far too long, on the very warming plate, and so the more bitter the stuff tastes… and then what happens?
Well, the more you go back to get, well, even more of the same old shit!
And you totally see it now don’t you, the premise of this very tale, right?
“There is always time for coffee, no matter where and when you are running, coffee, in the run, of course!“ Gun Roswell
The coffee break does not read the time on the clock, ticking away, tick tock, too loudly, as a moment or few had passed, without a cup on the side, and so, there was now a great big gaping hole where the coffee used to go, a size which could only be filled with the strongest kind of concoction.
The kind where even a spoon would melt in, and so, it was totally a large kind of sin, to go such a long time not consuming even a drop of the stuff, which made life somewhat worthwhile, and perhaps even that faint smile onto the grumpy old face, as nothing else really these days could.
But now, on the run, not the morning jog type rather fighting through in the rat race, trying to keep the head above the water’s edge, and without constantly tipping into the coffee jar, it was impossible at best, and so, taking a mug filled to the hilt, a large one at that, consuming it while moving forward in a good pace, the coffee helping on this difficult race.
“There is nothing wrong with coffee! Then again, adding a sugary snack on the side? Well, guess I should try?“ Gun Roswell
The simple cup of black coffee, seems to be lacking Of something else, hovering above in stacking Perhaps a taste of something soft and sweet Not that, coffee, usually, really never needed
As anything to disturb the essence of the dark liquid Even if it would only be a side trip real, real quick Whatever you may feel about this potent stuff of life The coffee in the cup, the only thing in this life right
Perhaps just give it a chance, taking a small bite At first, washing it down with the coffee learnt And then, if it feels totally good without a choice Then perhaps reconsider, having the coffee some slack
Not that it and consumption in anyway needs to be toned back Rather have a day in a week, regularly like To add one thing sweet, in the menu like spice Then feel how much better the break taken for this stuff
Will give you a tad more of the sugary fluff Perhaps missing for the simple and straight cup Of coffee, well, it might not be so much
“There is nothing better than a cup of coffee, well, basically, whenever you want!“ Gun Roswell
What can I tell you, that I have not already said, that you are great with everything, maybe even when I am lying in bed, even if spilling some of you all over, that I would not mind one bit. Because you are the one thing on my mind, even, when I sleep, as to when I am able to once again have that smooth and calming drink, of the most perfect substance ever created, Coffee.
But as soon as I am up, the first thing I will ever do, is get that smooth taste of you, into my mouth, and then only, can the day begin. Continued only, by the support of the precious thing, which always makes my heart sing, even if I had just consumed some, I am always ready for the next one. A great cup of coffee, with or without blending, something cool like caramel or sugar or whatever concoction someone might bring in, to the coffee room. As yes, there is a dedicated space, for you my dear. Coffee!
And if it was up to me, I would build a full house for you! Wait a minute! There is a house built in your honour, several as a matter of fact so, there is that and I am going in there soon enough, to give my praise to you, my dearest and most darling, Coffee!
“There certainly is always time for coffee, no matter the time of day or even if you need it slay, perhaps the dragon no less, or something smaller to confess, simply because with coffee you can!“ Gun Roswell
The day might be just like any other day, except when you feel you are in grave dire and lots of trouble, there is certainly time for a double, cup of coffee whether, it is espresso or with sugar and milk, whatever the choice of the silken drink, it does not matter as long as it is coffee, and only coffee, alright, a bagel is allowed, or perhaps a croissant or a biscuit if you won’t chew too loud. Just remember, that this stuff, is what life is made of, coffee, will make you stronger, faster, louder, prouder than anyone in the world. Well, except for those other ones who love the stuff as much as you do, then of course it might get a tad competitive, but surely, you can settle the fight with some more coffee, for example who can drink the most cups in one go or something similar, as long as this all revolves around the coffee, then nothing else in the world can ever go wrong!
“The coffee in the cup is bubbly and looks like fun, so better drink it on the run“ Gun Roswell
No matter the time of day, no matter the state of mind, even if in disarray, there is one constant in the universe which will be the perfect choice, as a calming effect, a snack and even a beverage for the thirsty soul. So, listen carefully to the beckoning call, of that bubbling pot, making the lot of coffee for everyone to consume, and all this before the time is noon.
The key is in the bubbles. Look carefully at them, floating across the surface of the drink, and they will not sink, even if you will blow at them or mix the liquid with a spoon, because as soon as you stop stirring, the bubbles will be re-emerging. Persistent are they by nature, but the are the very nature, of the tall order in the cup, so do not huff, rather gently blow at them, and then take taste. The tickles in your mouth, will make you giggle out loud, meaning only one thing. You are enjoying the best cup of the stuff and isn’t that simply grand.
“The coffee time? Well, it’s always time for coffee so I guess, time is coffee and coffee is time” Gun Roswell
The time for coffee, is always there Whether you are are perky or in despair It does not matter if you are at home or working There is always a cup of coffee there on the lurking The time is now and now is the time for coffee Whether someone else in frustration is huffing A true coffee lover does not really care If others in stop and totally do stare Just because you are the one with the cup It does not mean, that you should stop Drinking that one fine substance in the universe The tastes, even the odour is simply diverse So, never put your gears to reverse Just because someone said, coffee does not rule And for that, you can say, they are a total fool Because coffee does rule, your world, all the world And should you to some other universe to be hurled Remember to take plenty of coffee with you And introduce it to the local dwellers, for sure So, is there time for a cup of some coffee? Indeed, there always is, time for another cup of coffee
Rantings Of A Third Kind 