Tavern Poem by Yuxin Wu

Down the alley, inside the pub,
two men drink and tispsyly laugh.
Again yell for three bottles full three cups,
share their story with shawdows on floor.

"I have a good wife and two sons,
they made laws and don't allow me to come…"
"Ah you own a wife great so much,
drink for another cup,
she will beat you with deep deep love."

Orange dim light swaying on the wall,
snugly the white rose leans in her vase,
moon is in the midair but stars disappear.

Slow Jazz floats softly in the plate and up their face,
clupea pallasi laying silently as a beauty.
Lemon pieces send forth a delicate scent,
like the quiet perfume spraying from a nymph.

"Do you breathe the smell slight in air? "
"It sleeps on my skin and whistle with sutbleness."
"What's the secret you heard from her lip? "
"She said…"

High up the alley, outside the pub,
purple sky murmuring with a lovely half-moon.

She said, sweet night, love is you.