I carry my coffee in a Starbucks cup
To the silver minivan,
A kid-hauler, a family bus,
An old lady’s junk hauling van.
I carry my coffee in the copper colored cup
And hit the road again.
The smoothness of the new highway
Matching grayness of the sky
The scent of coffee in my cup
Feeding birds take wing and fly.
My coffee and the Starbucks cup
Passing cows and llamas by.
My copper colored Starbucks cup
Hurtling south, or north I go.
Grandma’s on the road again
Get in the van, let’s go.
Coffee, cows, birds, and fog
She can’t be stopped, you know.
Credits and Attributions
Copper Starbucks Cup © 2017 Connie J. Jasperson
image: Copper Starbucks Cup © 2017 Connie J. Jasperson (author’s own photo)