[Poem] small bistro

in poetry •  7 years ago 

The jazz music enters in my ears,
As I sip from my black masala tea,
This bistro's like a second home to me,
Here I come to chill and see
The crowded streets, the people passing by,
They're walking so fast and I'm wonder... Why?
What’s the hurry?
Where are you running to, or from?
Can’t you be more easy going or more calm?
I say this while I’m inside
In this small bistro,
That’s my second home,
Sipping from my black masala tea,
In my own refuge
Time stops a little bit for me.

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I like when I'm taking moments of peace. When I leave the intensity of the day right at the door of a small bistro or a small cafe. And I just chill. Don't you?
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This is beautiful, it feels like you were sat in the bistro as you wrote it... or maybe the memory of one.

I was in the bistro when I the idea came up😁 I wrote it later at home.

Oh sweet - I thought I could taste the atmosphere ❤️