Aromatic bliss slinks
up my nose as I delicately
sip, the first touch on my tongue

bursts dead tastebuds wide open
These awakened peasants
dance and shout a lively

a resounding ruckus
announcing regal employ
doing significant work
reviving more than flavor 

jolting human stalemate
into conscious zest
magical alertness
a fancy how-do-you-do

the goal and allure
of strong black coffee
snipping strings of a puppet
the gift of a running start

Java friend,
you are nectar of life
a dilly of delight

Do your thing
so I can do mine
come what may