Is there such a thing as “a sad cup of coffee”?

Once, Robert Rauschenberg, a painter and an artist said, “I used to think of that line in Allen Ginsberg’s ‘Howl’, about the ‘sad cup of coffee’ … I have had cold coffee and hot coffee and lousy coffee, but I’ve never had a sad cup of coffee.” This makes me think if there really is such a thing as a ‘sad cup of coffee’? Have you ever felt like you tasted sadness in a cup of coffee? I think of honey dripped skies, autumn leaves, that sheen on the back of brown eyed horses, sunsets, evenings, brown pages of old books, sweaters and socks. But sadness? Quite to the contrary. When I take that first sip of coffee, I feel like everything is going to be okay.