i saw his horns in the patterns,
swirling before sunrise
as i played the blues on my guitar.
and i swear i heard him laughing,
“I’ve got you in my clutches, Dan.”
the devil’s in my coffee.
i was amused with his behavior,
as if he has any real power over me,
a formerly baptized believer.
besides, i gave up on hell ions ago.
still, there he was
with his black beady eyes.
the devil’s in my coffee.
what does a good apostate do
when old Satan makes
an imaginary appearance?
drink.
drink that joyful brown liquid down.
enjoy every last drop.
drink it down
devil and all.
