Sonnet: Old Fashioned (2020)

I like to take time to brew my coffee

Once the heated Moka pot spits the steam,

I pour down in a cup that turns foggy

Lots of ice, plain black, no sugar, no cream

I put a round record on a player

Not the best quality but does the mood

It plays the blue tune of Mr. Baker,

Delightful voices on pages that were crude

I am not a fan of instant texting

So I grab a pen to jot down the thoughts

To save the marred moments that soothe and sting

But most have no answer, with scattered dots

I may come across as a man who bores

I hope this marks again as one that roars