What did he do then
As he sat alone in a Cafe room
Monochrome scenes of black and white
Waiting
The clock ticking
No digital screen in his hand
To sink into
Perhaps a newspaper
Perhaps taking off where he left
The pages of that book
Perhaps catching the flickering spark
Of a woman's eye
In the booth nearby
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem