Rain and Café Clatter

There we sat sipping Brazilian blends,

among the béarnaise and Beethoven,

marmalade and fresh bagels

 

The air; crisp as apples

while light rain tickles tin tables

with curious fingers

 

Umbrellas spread bird-like

against the sky

and we are submerged

as café clatter shatters

quiet cobblestone conversation

 

We are warm here by the firelight

where Chopin bleeds

through the kiss of rain,

petting the slosh of puddled boots.

 

Hungry hounds bound

under canopies

await the breaking of sun

 

We watch beans roast

and floral skirts sway

Peripherals capture playful spectacles

as a naked toe climbs a covered pant leg

 

Steam rises ghost-like from your cup

and for once your ocean-blue eyes

seem almost pale beneath the gray

 

The waitresses

they are all spinning again

and through the cling and clang

of empty cups, I hear you whisper...

 

“One more?”

 

And my response is always the same…

 

“I would do anything for you”…

 

                                                          

                                                           apryl skies © 2011