cafe ami


Corporate Designdrinking in
the colour of night
hot with cream and sugar
midnight oil to burn
into the hazy hours
while, "Hey Jude,' is playing
and the clink of quarters
is worth the cooing mannerisms
of your favourite waiter.
coming in cold rain
sleek against the throat and hair
melting sun
squeezed into your cup
while Bohemia rises
from the sipping heat
of distilled extremities
as the shadows lay themselves down
as the stories are lit
fragrant smoke of our ghostly caravan of our minds
strutting out for an appearance,
immaculately clothed in words
that flow against the beautiful bodies
like the stream of
silken scarves
from a magician's pocket

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