All In A Saratoga Morning

I've had sufficient coffee not to sleep
Until around this week next time, I think.
I'm glad I've still the skills that let me leap
From coffee klatsch to coffee klatsch and drink
Such copious quantities with ne'er a stop.
First my old man and his old friends with whom
I dip back into politics, then drop
On by another bar, there to consume
With my small hot chick posse a bit more.
Then coffee with my lunch, then the salon:
A cut and color genius has in store
A bold new plan for my look. Foiled and on
The fumes of haute hair product, I admire
The stylist's hunting pictures. They inspire!

A Coffee Mug By Any Other Shape

There might not be a demitasse in space

But thanks to Don Pettit now there is this:

A coffee mug that surely will replace

The sack and straw in orbit. Naught's amiss:

It holds the liquid e'en in zero gee

By virtue of its shape, which does exploit

A weird and wondrous liquid property -

That's surface tension. What a mad, adroit,

Solution to a problem ere its time.

Someday, might dwellers in a habitat

Regard these things as normal, not sublime

And weird new artifacts, for tea and chat?

I kind of think I'd like one of my own

Though space is somewhere I'll not get to roam.