Le recit de triste le caffee

Le recit de triste le caffee

A Poem by ........ 1847 ......

In this cafe are tables full of dirty hands 
Women and man 
Holding hands under shade of secrecy 
Broken faithful promise in each kiss
Walls are full of picture and smell of piss 
You can talk to a stranger in black coat 
Waiters walking with no hope 
Beautiful mask with funny hair cut 
Her eyes are full desires to be in any arms 
This time of sadness and tearing on apart 
Jazzy music under her red tongue 
Broken glasses and empty cups 
Nobody is here for nothing 
Every soul breathing own dreams 
Wishes of melting rooms in cheap hotel on another side of this town 
Women lips whistling over broken teeth 
This melody of her last evening at her flat 
Velvet coat and empire of poetry 
Dancing fingers over hot stream of sweating 
Elegant notes in elegant journal 
Pen get broke under press of melting heart 
Lights are open in empty throat 
Magical moments became victory and ordinary thing 
Sweet cakes and sweet tears 
Bitter lies and bitter beers 
Quiet sounds from empty kitchen 
No one stay for longer period 
Everybody will be leave after love affairs are done 
Something will stay 
Like this sad waiter with look of wounded Rimbaud 

She will drink her best coffee for free 
She will explore another man's face 
She will clean up all human sins 
Soap bubbles and foaming cream 
Hands are open in her erotic dream 
Chairs are broken under heavy asses 
Her world became ordinary hell 
You can see 
Where her dreams will go 
Beyond top of her fantasy 
Cradles of loves are not in her head 
Closing time --------------------------------------------
Ending of show for one night 
She is happy when she cannot see a light  

© 2018 ........ 1847 ......

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His is very detailed and perfectly rythemed

Posted 1 Year Ago

........ 1847 ......

1 Year Ago

Thanks . This was just one observation at one cafe . I am glad you like it.

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Added on January 9, 2018
Last Updated on November 2, 2018


........ 1847 ......
........ 1847 ......

Hotel overlook , VT

My words in my poetic thoughts No logic or structure is provide Honest flow of poetic mind with dyspraxia Neuro atypical poet I am not interest in fake reviews and friendship .. more..