Another Cafe

Today a different café

Faces…. still have the look

the look of strangers

young and old

innocent or experienced

I wonder about their stories

as I casually fill the gaps

in their cobbled paths

the man at the opposite cafe

looks like an actor

soaking up the ambience

while he sips his tea

yet, he is oblivious of me

he looks at the newspaper

pretending to read

but as I turn,

to pay the bill

he’s gone….

just like that,

the performance is over!

 

Thatcher Doran

 

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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