In the café Boheme

Men talk;

Adapting books                                                                          

And women’s emotion.

Once avant-garde,

Some French song plays

The part of white noise generator;

Like the two men in the corner

Talking of business,

It’s much like the French,

Je ne comprende pas.

The book club

Talks now of films;

A woman’s laughter

Can be heard outside

Buried underneath the rain.