by James B. Nicola
My KRUPPS® is on the blink, but you should taste
the coffee at my house. I’ve dusted off
my Grandma’s classic four-piece counter-top
drip pot. It’s mostly metal. Its black handles
and knob still hold on well enough. It needs
only that I boil the water and pour instead
of relying on automatic bells and whistles,
preprogramming, and so forth.
those TV commercials in the seventies
where Joe DiMaggio sold MR. COFFEE®
saying that the electric heating gizmo
brought water not to a boil, but the perfect temperature
for coffee, which was 180 degrees or something?
Grandma’s pot, with not even an ON/OFF switch,
makes better coffee! One English guest compared
this “system” to the use of a teaspoon
with which Brits stir not just to mix the milk
or lemon, but to cool their tea. Likewise,
when I pour boiling water in the top,
while the liquid’s waiting in the upper reservoir,
the metal pot cools it, so by the time
it drips down past the tiny holes and through
the coffee, it’s the perfect temperature!
Of course I don’t wake to a just-made pot
of coffee, but the point’s to wake up, no?
Doing instead of having something done
helps in this morning process. Plus, the grounds
are fresh-scooped—fresh-ground when I want—not out
all night, getting stale. And Grandma’s pot
will never go on the blink.
So you’re invited
for a cup of coffee, the best you’ll ever have,
and for a verse of poetry, or Shakespeare.
I have not only a COMPLETE WORKS here,
I’m pretty sure I have a spare somewhere
to take down and dust off. Or we can share.
|Widely published on both sides of the Atlantic, James B. Nicola has several poetry awards and nominations to his credit, with recent appearances in Alimentum and the Southwest, Atlanta, and Lullwater Reviews. His nonfiction book Playing the Audience won a Choice award. First full-length poetry collection, Manhattan Plaza, just released. Visit his website.|