I've adapted the ending - extending it and changing some lines.
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
Above Parisians with cigarettes and phones
Their empty espresso cups a cool excuse to stay
Escaping April breezes, appointments,
To read the sport, the situations vacant:
Time out to watch, text, write, to read and play.
I think it reads fairly well - but it does have extra resonance if you have Clare's Sonnet in the back of your mind.