Whiskey, Coffee, and Love

Whiskey and black coffee

        put the hair on my chest.

The memories of her

        put the hole in my heart.

And so I’m up late again

        listening to Folk songs

And the way she plagues me

        puts the tear on my page.

But the whiskey stays cold

        just to give me the warmth.

An unselfish vice

        as a computer might be.

And the coffee stays bold

        just to let me enjoy.

A fearless addiction

        as love may be seen.

 

              – JTE –