Cup of Coffee

At the bottom

of this cup of coffee,

I see reflected in the dregs

my schlubby mug.

Unshaven and saggy-eyed,

I look as if I haven’t slept right

in years.

Tired eyes stare back at me

from the bottom of the cup.

Blurry, distorted,

the out-of-focus face begs for a fresh

cup of coffee.