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.