One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

The early morning is too strong to drink straight, so I need to mix in a little coffee to be able to hold it down.

Drinking coffee is like drinking an inverse yawn. I prefer mine with two spoonfuls of “I’m listening.

If you want to improve your understanding, drink coffee.

Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup

If coffee meant vagina, I’d ask you if you wanted cream in your coffee. But it doesn’t mean that, so I’ll just sit here and continue sipping my mug full of steaming vagina.

The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?

My cup is full of air. I should empty it and fill it with love. Or coffee, as the two are synonymous to me.

My coffee gets increasingly better the more I drink and the closer I come to the bottom of the cup, where all the sugar is. I wonder if life is the same way as we approach the end.

I like coffee exceedingly...

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony, and there are no red-headed clients to vex us with their conundrums.

Remember — -drink the coffee before it goes cold.