I make myself a cup of coffee, hoping to find inspiration.
The coffee percolates and it fills my cup.
But it isn’t any good.
I make a new cup in an old mug.
It still isn’t any good. I’m wondering if it’s the coffee to blame or the machine. Maybe I am doing something wrong. Too much water, perhaps? Not enough coffee grounds, maybe?
I make a third cup and it completes the tragedy.
Hard to drink.
But I drink through the bitterness in the search for inspiration. Maybe there’s a story hidden at the bottom or half-way through. Maybe I will find a hero’s quest or a queen’s long lost crown.
It is horrible stuff to drink.
I try so hard to push my way through.
I make it through five sips and I must surrender.
Maybe it isn’t the coffee that’s wrong.
Maybe it isn’t the machine that’s all bad.
Maybe I just don’t like espresso coffee.
I’ll switch to hot chocolate.
Maybe my inspiration lies within there.