Glasgow Italian Cafe Poem by Michael Cochrane
Glasgow Italian Cafe
Marco gives out pokes of chips to hungry weans and asks how's your maw getting on? Ice cream cones with raspberry and a flake such moments of delicious delight. He sings of Sorrento his eyes well with tears. He tells me of the sun that always shines and the sea of his childhood past.
Michael Cochrane ©
Tuesday, May 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,eyes,sea,sun,tears
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