The '' Jeff's coffee''

Lorenz



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

And I I watch life go by ,

beckonning me to follow it ,

between concrete tropics 

and asphalt trade winds ...

 the  human comedy weaving

stories from the fleeting moments...

Dazed passerby who think you always 

have time and leaves in your wake

a thousand masks-like so many messages

that no one picks up  ...

At the ''Jeff's coffee '' there's no past ,

only destinies  ...

 The city shadows compose rhapsodies 

on weary cobblestones .

  some would like to regain human face 

and wake up on a distant forgotten island ...

 On the terrace at the '' Jeff's coffee '' 

I watch love pass by ...

 You will be late again  next summer 

and if you ever feel like coming up to me ,

  what would I have to say to you ?

 It's always the same with these old acquaintances 

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

There are some urban misunderstandings that leave 

a bitter aftertaste of trivialities ...

 I am just waiting  for my  white lady of solitude .

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

for the midnight's visitors...

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

 And finally would I find the words ...

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  • sorenbarrett

    Hey Lorenz am I suffering from deja vou?

    • Lorenz

      I ran some technical issues so I decided to start over from scratch .

    • Ellen Marsell

      Beautiful poem!
      After all, not every one of life's mysteries is meant to be solved — some are just meant to keep us company over a cup of coffee.

      • Lorenz

        I like to have my coffee with lady solitude .

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Lorenz, what I enjoyed most here is the way observation and longing weave together throughout the piece. The city is full of movement, faces, and chance encounters, yet there is also that quiet search for something deeper beneath it all. Thoughtful and evocative, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • Lorenz

          the state of pure absence in the fulness of the moment .



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