At Cafe Bacho / Lali Tsipi Michaeli

At Cafe Bacho This evening we sat in Cafe Bacho on King George street after House of the Flying Daggers The most poetic film I ever saw I said And I sank into a romantic triangle which is not possible with this bizarre waitress with a chopped hair-cut I said to her that she is special She said So are you Then I reminded my ex-husband that a sentence can lie within another sentence He used to hold my hand with courage for courage's sake Tears fell down my cheeks and sank in the jasmine tea, which the waitress Brought Maybe it’s she who really made me cry She seemed like a Christian Georgian woman in a homely pub in Tbilisi You said: The cushions are over here You mentioned that Erez called and didn't mention me You said: He got burnt Not a word about You I said that I also thought about him I said that Oren called And you explained how she died a mysterious death she the poetess Who went after anyone who wanted her In Eilat An investigation won’t bring the words back I spoke with a free spirit But the butterfly didn't fly translated from Hebrew: Michael Simkin