Morning Coffee Catastrophe

The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed, The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head. I walked slowly into the bathroom to wash my face, Work must be done and I must prepare for my daily race. Brushing my teeth and running water through my hair, I know this day might be good and the weather is so fair. Streams of sunlight peer through open shades, I walk to the kitchen, barely awake in a daze. Open the cabinet for the coffee just inside, I notice it's empty and then I almost cried. I gather up my clothes, in a such a terrible rush, The coffee helps me focus, gives my brain a good flush. I jump out the door with the speed of lightning, Into my truck, without coffee my day is frightening. A few brief minutes passes by as I blaze into town, My trucks roars down the street with my gas pedal down. I see Starbucks ahead and my mouth is watering, Can't wait to taste my coffee for this morning. Roll down my window with such hast to order my prize, I ask for a large hazelnut coffee with joy in my eyes. I make it to work a few minutes early today, Knowing that I made it, but only halfway.