'' Jeff's coffee ''

I sit on the terrace at '' Jeff's coffee '' .

I watch life go by beckonning me 

to follow it ...

 Between concrete  tropics 

and asphalt trade winds ,

 the human comedy  weaves a legend 

from the fleeting moments ...

 Dazzed passerby who thinks 

they always have time ,leaving in your wake 

a thousand masks ,like so many messages 

that no one pick up ...

  As the  hours gone mad,

the terrace now calm,once more ,

will forget me ...

  But what's the point of having regets ?

  At '' Jeff's coffee '' There's no past ,

only  destinies...

 The city shadows compose rhapsodies 

on weary cobblestones .

 Some would like to regain human face...

I would like wake up on a distant forgotten island...

 On the terrace at '' Jim's coffee '' I watch love pass by.

It'll be late again this summer ...

 If it happened to feel like coming up to me,

what would I have to say to  it ?

 It's always the same with these old acquaintances 

who look away for fear of having to recognize you...

 Feigning surprise they'll  say : 

'' So you're coming to '' Jeff's coffee '' Hoping  to find 

myself again ? ''

 There are some urban misunderstandings ,

like - this one that leaves a bitter aftertaste 

of trivialities ...

  All I want is solitude ,that will come

 when the clocks change ...

I would dance a step with the white lady.

The ''Jeff's coffee '' is always open for 

the midnight's visitors ...

 I am expecting you tomorrow ,

like a present from chance ...

 In the riddle of a lungo, I read the omens.

 Eternity is just beginning ...

I'll be there on the terrace at '' Jeff's coffee ''

always dreaming of you ...