Beethoven played on birds and brooks
in a café called "The ContemPlate."
All organic, local foods,
but comfort foods - nothing I hate.
 
No kids allowed, but dogs are fine:
another clean and well-lit place.
Monastic silence or library rules,
one chair per table but lots of space.
 
The clientele all like to read;
they all look mild and kind and wise.
They mostly mind their own business,
but eye contact will bring a smile.
 
A shaded space outdoors for chess
and conversations over beers.
Casual and comfortable,
and no one's smoked for many years.
 
Good tippers all: a happy staff
gives prompt service, makes few mistakes.
The prices fair: the co-op farmers
all eat there - they own a stake.
 
And I have lots of time to spare,
relax and write a poem or two.
The only thing that's missing from
this little paradise is you.