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John Clare in a Paris Bar 5

Wednesday, 29 April 2009 16:18:44
Just a few tweaks here and there.  I resisted the temptation to turn it into a sonnet.  Though it may still happen...

I love to see the glasses neatly lined
The tumblers with their drinking straws in place
I love to see the bottles ready and uncorked
And tables stained with ancient food and beer
I like the waitress leaning half way o'er
The long dark bar and where the patron
From his hiding place pushes the drapes
Aside to issue forth with crepes and cafe noir
I love the outside tables where the sign swings out
Above Parisians with cigarettes and phones
Their empty espresso cups the one excuse to stay
And where they watch,  text, write, read and play.

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