cafe at night
Café at night
( dedicated to the immortal painting of Van Gogh)
They wait for the stars.
The stars bring them here.
Their constellation
gathers at the place
and the night expires.
She cannot be alone in this café.
Yet, she is never with anyone. No,
the persons she comes with and those with whom
she leaves, towards her rent-house at 4th street;
are never with her. That doesn’t matter.
At these café nights no one remembers
anybody apart. From distance all
the features look alike the stars of the sky.
She leaves. Reflection
Of her, shimmers on
the infinity.
Has she drunk up her
cuppa black coffee?
Others do not know.
It does not matter.
They are singular
in this night café.
( dedicated to the immortal painting of Van Gogh)
They wait for the stars.
The stars bring them here.
Their constellation
gathers at the place
and the night expires.
She cannot be alone in this café.
Yet, she is never with anyone. No,
the persons she comes with and those with whom
she leaves, towards her rent-house at 4th street;
are never with her. That doesn’t matter.
At these café nights no one remembers
anybody apart. From distance all
the features look alike the stars of the sky.
She leaves. Reflection
Of her, shimmers on
the infinity.
Has she drunk up her
cuppa black coffee?
Others do not know.
It does not matter.
They are singular
in this night café.