Early mornings enhanced by your bold flavor, awakening my senses.

With a few sugars and some hazelnut cream you become the perfect way to start the day.

Late nights made productive with your help, my bitter friend.

Knocking back those last dregs gets me through school.

I can’t imagine either without you and your Columbian roots.

Oh, you sweet thin liquid. Creating the perfect excuse for easy conversation.

Poured over ice, you cool me down in the scorching Oklahoma heat.

I adore your thousand-calorie goodness.

A day spent scouring the shelves of antique shops and thrift stores made more enjoyable with you in my grasp.

I’m so glad you exist, you enticing bitter bean.