This is about a restaurant I sometimes ate at while working in New Harmony, IN.
Sadly, it is no longer in business, at least not to my knowledge.
It seems as if some quaint
European cafe had been dropped
into the middle of a little Hoosier town.
The beige plaster walls,
Checkered table cloth
and green painted siding
invite them into a wondrous
little tea room, in an idyllic village,
or a bistro in rural France.
As I sit and eat my All-American meal
my mind takes flight to another world.
My mind goes off to some foreign land,
a squeeze box playing while young lovers
walk along exchanging dreamy glances.
I like the vivid description followed by the cute revelation at the end.
Got me thinking about those strangely foreign restaurants that I've been in during my travels in the kind of food and ambience delivered.
My cousin out in California opened one in the shopping center called, The Gingham Gal. It lasted only a short time when her stepson and his wife's management drove it into the ground.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Got me thinking about those strangely foreign restaurants that I've been in during my travels in the kind of food and ambience delivered.
My cousin out in California opened one in the shopping center called, The Gingham Gal. It lasted only a short time when her stepson and his wife's management drove it into the ground.
Ron