Monday, December 19

Evening Cafe

As the evening majestically sets,
Giant engraved doors crawls open,
In four corners stood marble angels,
Guarding the valiant redwood bonsai,
The waiters waited in royal white,
Waitresses wearing magnificent smiles,
Square wooden tables in formation,
Painted glass lamps on tables each,
Fuchsia napkins folded into flowers,
Crystal glasses beautifully invisible,
Silver knives gleaming fluorescent,
The most lavish China parades out,
Maidens unearthing the finest wines,
Some already dreaming in ice vessels,
Soft jazz serenading the vast scapes,
A solitary singer lining out numbers,
Cherished patrons stroll leisurely,
Chatters of joy entwined with music,
Captivating songs sung to perfection,
Sumptuous banquets served in unison,
Mouthfuls of magic the chef declares,
Another stage set for the apple pie,
Widely spoken the best in the city,
On the grandly carved oak wood bar,
Tall chairs seated beautiful ladies,
Not far beside stood handsome men,
Wishing the night never to end,
The jazzed crowd dancing merrily,
It turned into the most glorious night,
A story of the legendary Evening Café

-gp2005-14/12/05-

[-] Am experimenting with some descriptive poetry. I could have made a longer one, there's so much you can tell of a cafe but then maybe I would go into different themes and settings around the same idea.
[-] Been back home so not much I can do in terms of posting, I have no internet access back here except at the cybercafes.

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