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See YouTube video from 5/27/16 (Cps) of Janet Kuypers reading her 3 poems David, Drinking Coffee and So, and then John came on stage and read her poem one by one, the beech trees fell as well as a cc&d poem at Georgetown’s Poetry Plus open mic.

See YouTube video from 5/27/16 (Sony) of Janet Kuypers reading her 3 poems David, Drinking Coffee and So, and then John came on stage and read her poem one by one, the beech trees fell as well as a cc&d poem at Georgetown’s Poetry Plus open mic.

Drinking Coffee Janet Kuypers 6/11/06 I don’t like coffee, when asked to give a one word description I’d say horrendous I think the smell is bad my husband makes it too strong he tries to stuff as much bas taste and smell into one cup of caffeine as he can but my parents make coffee in the morning they make “Kuypers grade” as my husband calls it it’s not that strong and the taste isn’t that awful you know, if you have to drink coffee but the only time I drink coffee (other than when it’s spiked with a ton of liquor) is when I’m in Florida especially on days that aren’t too sunny maybe a little windy and having something warm when watching people play tennis at the public courts would be a little treat I remember doing that in Florida maybe going for a walk first after having my usual breakfast of a toasted bagel sandwich with tomatoes and alfalfa strouts (sorry I like bagels and alfalfa sprouts are supposed to help reduce cholesterol and the tomatoes in Florida are the best) but after going out and seeing that it’s a little cool outside I’d come back and get a cup of coffee put thirteen drops of Sweet n’ Low liquid sweetener in it because mom has a bottle of liquid Sweet n’ Low then I’d walk across the street and sit down on the benches to watch people play tennis other people sit there too, so tennis players would switch turns revolving on and off the courts so everyone could have their turn playing but otherwise I’d be alone there watching people play and I’d watch the steam from my coffee cup rise into the Florida atmosphere where here the coffee tasted a little milder and a little sweeter and it wasn’t a burden to drink near my mom once again*   * last italicized line added in May 2016

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