Civil, private public places, chic willow
Placemats adorn a monumental mahogany bar
Where tonight, joyful patrons, diverse
People, digest courteous discourse and
Chivalrous discussions to the tune of
Whether a Creator or random chance
Is the reason for the present moment.
Little waffling over late night waffles,
Eggs, and coffee; talks of substance and
Circumstance ensuing long into the night;
Imbued by another round of signature,
Short stack, square, buttermilk pancakes milking
Ontological speculations until
Milked dry; driving everyone to drive themselves
Home before the talks turned to trite tautologies.
- Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “Cactus Cafe” is a real place located on the campus of the University of Texas at Austin. An engineering student there during the late 1990’s, I would go to the Cactus Cafe during the day to study, drink coffee and from time to time, would end up seated next to a philosophy study group talking about existential subject matter. Whether they have a mahogany bar or not, I can’t remember. I’m not sure if they serve breakfast into the wee hours of the night either... poetic license, I suppose, is a good thing. How about we meet up at the Cactus Cafe and talk about it?
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sounds like you had a good breakfast.
ha! ha!
Yes indeed! Thanks for your visit...
A fine write Gary. I know a similar Café maybe, in UK, in my home town. A sort of student-y/green-y conservation/'save-the-world' campaigne-y type of café.
I used to go to a monthly 'green' meeting there but got bored - they waffled!
All credit to Orchidee for the introduction to the British sense of the word “waffle”...I’ve been biting at the bit I mean waffle to use it ever since!
Those places were wondrous in which to be involved, the number of world issues we could fix in our bar were legend - it may be the beer talking of course.
Amen Goldfinch - let’s never stop hoping for a revival of sorts that would encourage this sort of delightful intercourse!
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