Coffee, Drown My Shame
It’s a shame coffee can’t drown embarrassment.
Caffeine and beans devouring my shame.
I don’t know what’s been wrong
Or what couldn’t have been said.
With each pour of creamer
And each spoonful of sugar,
It would have been nice to feel as if
This distress could be digested simultaneously.
This self-doubt going down the drain
Into the unknown pipe system
Along with the dirty dishwater.
Or if a brillo pad could cleanse me
Just as well as it does a casserole dish.
Wiping away the grease and grime
That has accumulated inside my head.
Caffeine and beans devouring my shame.
I don’t know what’s been wrong
Or what couldn’t have been said.
With each pour of creamer
And each spoonful of sugar,
It would have been nice to feel as if
This distress could be digested simultaneously.
This self-doubt going down the drain
Into the unknown pipe system
Along with the dirty dishwater.
Or if a brillo pad could cleanse me
Just as well as it does a casserole dish.
Wiping away the grease and grime
That has accumulated inside my head.