it’s not the coffee
that keeps me up
at night
but oh how I wish
it was
coffee
still an hour away
water drips
through a filter
the aroma
of freshly brewed coffee
in the air
while I wait
for the sun
still an hour away
another cup of coffee
another cup of coffee
to keep the dreams
away
Maltepe morning
early morning
sun creeps up
and lights
the world
as coffee
opens eyes
to watch
ironing shirts: 10:00am, August 6, 2015, in Maltepe
a simple act
stroking cotton
smoothing wrinkles
the chore
that follows
laundry
coffee laced
with Bailey’s
Erroll Garner
on his piano
the cat
on the couch
a breeze
through open windows
domesticity
here
on my corner
of the world
6am in Maltepe
coffee
a breeze
the sea
the day begins
here
in Maltepe
Malibu, 1978: for Maureen
the cable car
up
the Pacific
below
white wine
clean chicken bones
espresso
bourbon
a breeze
to cool
one’s heart
so very long
ago