Mystery and allure.
A dark wet night.
From the window of my favorite cafe,
lurid thoughts escape.
Fire engine sirens.
Car tires swish.
Jazz music in a seedy bar,
accompanies the concerto.
Coffee and cigarettes.
Thoughts and ideas.
Tears and melancholy.
You and me.
A favorite meal at night.
Senses are tickled.
Then he gives me a bone.
I might need a long walk.
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4 comments:
Did you write this sitting at Tully's?
I don't know why it calls me Unknown - Manasi
Nah, this was from StarLife on the Oasis.. at a point when I liked the place :)
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