Wine and Coffee, the stuff that has written poetry for a thousand years...

I got my MCAT score back. It was respectable, not great. Sadly, my best part by far was the writing and the verbal reasoning instead of the science. I guess I can read..

Still that said, I'm proud of myself, and I guess that's all one can really ask for.

Here's a poem about wine and coffee...

Why do so many people keep fine wine on hand and cheap coffee in the cupboard?
On a restful weekend at a friend’s cabin
More vacation house than cabin
Where we drank as the sun fell over clear glacial water
discussing the differences between red wines
hovering in the 25 to 30 dollar range.
When I rose with the sun,
feeling a headache that only a bottle and a half
and good friends could impart
I climbed the stairs to have coffee
and watch the sky change colors over Wild Horse Island.
I found only a plastic tub, 2 years old, with a flavor sealing lid.
In my own modest 2 bedroom apartment, complete with 3 cats
and coin operated laundry machines,
I keep 6 dollar wines and 12 dollar coffee at hand
because after all,
What’s more important than waking up?




Hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoy wine and coffee.

Peace,

Bob