The Cafรฉ

Black eyes gaze
from faded photographs…

Music of the Romany
Danced in between,
Languid women,
Bodies like
Melted butter,
Sipping their
Fin a’ l’eau
Their laughter,
The rustling
Of dead leaves

And dark men
Flashing smiles
Hair slicked,
With the faint
Scent of Patchouli
The air dense
With the smoke
Of Clove cigarettes

It was their cafรฉ,
A chimera for
The disenchanted
The last haven
Of hope for the
Forgotten ones

Rating 3.00 out of 5

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2 Responses to The Cafรฉ

  1. paisley May 4, 2008 at 5:32 pm #

    oh that was nice… i would love to see it paired with a supporting photograph… just lovely….

  2. Tom May 5, 2008 at 11:51 am #

    beautifully written with great imagery

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