by smealek

Sit in coffee shops

and play at keys, even music plays

accompanying all the uproar

and all the jeer;

giggles are heard

crashing plates

even some steam is heard;

returning back to the chattering encounters

merrily, for this occasion, laughters

until the hour, then two passes:

“away–swing the doors

the crowd is dying down

away–swing the doors

time has winded down,

farewell–swing the doors

the cool slowly recedes”

the pack hesitates,

then welcomes

and exits

 

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