Cafe Musings
Like a cocotte I’m used, abused and bruised
From late evening to late hours of the night
Getting stains all over like that of love making
My master’s pocket full and that of people, light.
Just a little snooze and I’m up in the morning
Daintily spruced, dressed and well groomed
Basking in the sun, ready to be used and amused
By quite different kind of people for recluse.
It’s time; a lady will come and sit at her usual place
A time for her to be alone, lost in her thoughts.
It’s time, a man to come and sit at his usual place
Takes out his blue note-book and goes on writing.
A lonely man or a woman comes to cruise or screw
Some come to talk idly or casually or in friendly way
It’s a time for me to relax to muse and to amuse
Before it’s time for me to be bruised and stewed.
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Date: 1-29-14
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Café Musings by nette onclaud
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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