• The Cafe

    The night lights glistened upon the glossy tables.
    The air drifted amongst jokes and personal fables.
    Forever we were lost in that deep, deep glow.
    Until the winter months brought the cold snow.

    Winter brought drinks, both hot and cold,
    To our lips, as Mary had a few wives’ tales told.
    We kept our secrets inside these cold walls,
    Until our deaths and personal downfalls.

    Spring brought the laughter and the love.
    The flowers returned as well as the dove.
    Our romances bloomed forever that spring.
    Not sure of what summer would bring.

    Summer brought the lies and treachery afoot.
    The café was closed and our friendship was took.
    Our friends became enemies, and enemies became friends.
    It was not the way most friendships end.

    In fall Mary died of an overdose.
    John was hospitalized; a call too close.
    Steve went to prison; his hand had been dealt.
    Lucy had left us; her disappearance was felt.

    Two more years past, before the café was killed.
    The bulldozers came and the new parking lot filled.
    Killroy laughed with his last dieing breath.
    While Frank went crazy from crystal meth.

    Bob joined a gang, and burnt down the park.
    He died in the flames; he inhaled a spark.
    Our café group had gone down to four.
    Myself, Gail, Mike and Fiona at death’s door.

    Mike went to Europe, and got blown up;
    In a freak train accident, he was out of luck.
    Fiona was left in Arizona’s harsh sands;
    She was never found by the rescue bands.

    Gail went to Alaska, to teach at a school.
    It got buried in; he was a fool.
    He starved to death, a horrible fate.
    I was the only one left; Death’s final date.

    The café was gone as well as my friends.
    All had met their bitter ends.
    Yet I lived on, I cheated death.
    I’ll run my café until my last breath.