At the East End Cafe
a Canadian folksinger
strums up a storm
on a guitar-
a bargain guitar-
he got $1000 off the price of it
We don’t know any of his songs
Locals tap their feet
to his rhythms
talk to people
they talk to every day
but louder tonight
fuelled by beer and wine
and a determined bonhomie
Ange and her girls
cook up a storm
behind the counter
serve us steaks
and real pizzas
and creme brulee
Late night kids
stroll outside
peer in - curious-
at the unaccustomed goings on
Beyond the plateglass windows
the inside lights
orange globes
reflect in the darkness
like floating pumpkins
I know the river lies out there
just moving on down to the sea
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
At the East End Cafe
a Canadian folksinger
strums up a storm
on a guitar-
a bargain guitar-
he got $1000 off the price of it
We don’t know any of his songs
Locals tap their feet
to his rhythms
talk to people
they talk to every day
but louder tonight
fuelled by beer and wine
and a determined bonhomie
Ange and her girls
cook up a storm
behind the counter
serve us steaks
and real pizzas
and creme brulee
Late night kids
stroll outside
peer in - curious-
at the unaccustomed goings on
Beyond the plateglass windows
the inside lights
orange globes
reflect in the darkness
like floating pumpkins
I know the river lies out there
just moving on down to the sea