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Pepe's Coffee Lounge

I was one of the cool set, navy blue duffle coat, scarf around my neck, seated at a table in Pepe's Coffee Lounge discussing Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot and the demise of the political elites. The conscription ballot hung over our heads helmeted in a flowering of uncombed hair in the winter of 1966. We thought the world was about to tip, that the old regime was coughing its last on Craven A and Camel cigarettes. Booze was cheap and jobs chased us down the street. In a hundred buried silos, annihilation was just a push of a button away. We partied hard beneath the threat of that mushroom cloud. We're old now, sit under the cloud of our own thoughts, replaying scratchy, worn out tracks retrieved from the sleeves of our neural LP's. What we tore down back then has been replaced with more sinister demons that eat away at the collective soul. In the end, everything is just reabsorbed. Some of us still frequent coffee shops and discuss Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot, still write poetry, shed a tear at the melancholic beauty of a setting sun.

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Date: 5/20/2024 4:58:00 AM
Hello Paul, such a wonderful nostalgic journey through time, beautifully capturing the essence of a bygone era filled with youthful rebellion and intellectual discourse. I loved how the scenes and evocative language transported me back to the winter of 1966, where discussions of poetry and politics intertwined amidst the looming threat of annihilation. Your reflection on the passage of time and the enduring power of art and friendship is fulfilling of my sould. It's a timeless piece with people like us who remember and those who dream. Brilliantly done. - Blessings, Daniel
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Paul Willason
Date: 5/27/2024 11:15:00 PM
Thankyou Daniel....poems like this one pop into existence occasionally almost out of a need to air memories and maintain a continuity to personal history, to cast a cold eye on growth. Very much appreciate your informed comments.

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