a small narrow
restaurant
at the edge of
a brownstone
on a tree lined
cobblestone
city street
with a
single isle
down its middle
past strings
of shells and
buttons
where tables
are pressed to
the walls
adorned with
framed
photos of
cowboys
flowers
bicycles,
customers
speak softly
under dim lights
its a place you
could get lost in,
like love letters
without a
return address