The Cube Rat Speaks of Coffee

I've known coffee:
I've known coffee ancient as Monday's meeting and older
      than the barista's five o'clock shadow.

My bladder grows full from the coffee.

I bathed my donut in coffee when dawn was young.
I built a wall of cups on my desk that kept me from sleep.
I gazed upon Mr. Coffee and tore bags of powdery Splenda above it.
I heard the singing of the sea-green Mermaid at two o'clock,
      when my boss stepped out for ten minutes, and I've seen the clear water
      turn muddy brown in the filter paper.

I've known coffee:
Ancient, dusky, coffee.

My bladder grows full from the coffee.