First Cup Of Coffee

I remember the best part if waking up.

The television people scooped
Brown crystalline powder
Into a white paper bowl
And poured water over it,
Telling me as a child
That the best part of waking up
Was that magical first cup.

I believed the television people
Because they never lied
And surely there was a potion
In that blue metal can
Sitting on the shelf
Next to a bag of sugar;
Magic waiting for a cup.

Every day I measure the grounds
With a special metal scoop
And add the same amount of water,
Push the ‘brew’ button
And try to patiently wait
As I prepare for the first sip
Of a magically flavored cup.