The Sidewalk Cafe Poem by White Tiger

Sitting by the window, on the northern side
Watching the people, passing by
I light up a cigarette, and sip some latte
Served by the waiter, in this sidewalk cafe
The setting compliments the mood I'm in
The ambience is low and the lights are dim
I open my book, and start to write
All through the afternoon, and into the night
When I looked up around me, I had totally forgot
It was now closing time, we were the only open spot
I lit my last cigarette, finished sipping my latte
I closed up my book, and left the sidewalk cafe.


C. Vergara
12.05.2008