First Coffee

Jim Arner, Sr.

We were up in Jackson Hole,

It was just the two of us.

My eight year old son and me

Wuz havin' breakfast down at Bubba's.

The waitress did come around,

To take our order you see.

We ordered food and our drinks,

Cocoa for him, black coffee for me.

While we waited for our food,

We sat there and talked it up.

That waitress kept comin' round,

Always refillin' my coffee cup.

No cocoa refills were there

For my gallant little lad.

He got a great puzzled look

And he asked me, "Why is this Dad?"

"She keeps bringin' more coffee,

It doesn't seem to be fair.

You have a full cup of stuff,

In my cup is nothin' but air."

I said, "Perhaps now's the time

For you to try coffee too."

So I handed him my cup,

And he tasted of that strange dark brew.

He handed that big cup back,

And said in a mighty huff,

"I can see why the refills,

They're tryin' to get rid of that stuff."