What's black when it's resting, red when it's awake and white when it's tired?

I stretch out on the cold, hard floor, From wall to wall, from door to door. I drink the dust and never burst, A thousand steps have done their worst. In ancient lore I sailed the sky, But grounded now, I quietly lie.

Some say I belong in the kitchen but I'm at your office, at the bar and sometimes in your hotel room. Destroy this bean to unleash my beast for when you grind me right, get me wet and hot, I keep you up at night and I keep you going all day.

Two things in life are unavoidable: death and

I'm always used in boxing; sometimes I'm used inside a box, and I'm never in the box if the box is inside a car.