The music sounds the same
The clothing/costumes are
unchanged
But I miss the smoke
the candles
the darkness
My own youth
The singer's framed
By space age art
But his songs remain
rooted
In the same hard-scabble
earth
That gave us
Woody
gave us
Pete
gave us
troubadors
Before and since.
The lady at the next table
Makes her jewelry
Fingers flying
She braids the hemp
With bits of quartz
colored beads
silver wire
Her body is at ease
While her spirit floats
In her Earth Mother mode
I knew her before her birth
We have known one another
Although we've never met
nor spoken
nor shared
A pastry with our coffees
Coffees that are now exotica
But lost their erotica
Served in an atmosphere
Reeking of good air
good health
good light
And me forced outside
for a smoke.
I love my coffee....did smoke but quit 11 years ago....thank goodness for that
but erotic coffee...never thought of coffee in that way....because i have mine black like a crow...and no BO
Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2002
exceptionally wry...but there's that bit about spilt milk...hey, there are still some dark lairs about where we can breathe and burn...all night long. Just gotta know where to look ;)**Mari**
Great humor in this piece. I'm still laughing. And real talent, too.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2002
Loved it all....but that first stanza....well, well, well you Sir get me thinking! Ty, Dani
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2002
Ahhh... my dearest Roger.. you are 'playing my tune'.. Phil, Woody, Joan, Bobby, and that other lovely Ochs, Phil (Pleasures of the Harbor?.. ahhh).. we smoked where we sat and floated with that woman of ease.. you have painted a picture I can climb into and sing with.. thank you for a sweet trip back.. I was the one next to you.. I noticed you too..sigh.. how about a duet? tehe. katy. xox.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2002
Amusing picture and I enjoyed the written work. I was told once from a friend that he could picture me owning a coffee shop with books,art and music. I can picture me there reading the books, and enjoying the art and music :-) Are there any places like this left? and where?
You either take your mocha latte, or go outside and smoke a lot heh? As chain habits go, I still say Starbucks is worse than cigarettes -- though I know a lot of people with fake coughs who'd disagree. Nice.
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2002
I only frequent dark places these days, I am so much better on the eye then.
ahh, play it again Sam......or was it Roger.
enjoyed your memories.
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2002
Bravo this one smoked and i didn't have to go outside
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but erotic coffee...never thought of coffee in that way....because i have mine black like a crow...and no BO
Very Good Write!! Enjoyed this very much!
Maria
ahh, play it again Sam......or was it Roger.
enjoyed your memories.
josie