The house smells of coffee, and I want some. It's my coffee and I want it. I dreamt of coffee and now I want it. I want the dream and the coffee in the dream. It was my dream and my coffee. Wait, no, it was his coffee in my dream. He wants the coffee, and I want the coffee in my dream. My god, it's my coffee, isn't it, and I want coffee, that coffee, and that dream. The dream of coffee is a wartime dream. This war is endless. I want the war to end. I want to wake up and have it It's his war and my coffee. Get out of my house, Mr. President. You can get your own coffee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |