Coffee at 12:39 AM

Pouring the nectar into the jar.
The reason I am still awake pours into my car.

Drip, drip, drip.

John Maynard Keynes enters my brain.
I wait to drain the rain.
The rain, the cause of this pain.
A pain that serves no gain.

Drip, drip, drip.

The nectar, this coffee, not consumed for joy.
Consumed as a tool.
The boy reduced to a fool.

Drip, drip, drip.

I drain the rain, emboldened.
Slitting the tiles, some molded.

Drip, drip, drip.

Now it is time to vacuum the zoom-zoom.
It’s now 3 AM, I will not wake up for the zoom.