sitting at the sidewalk cafe
sipping on café crème
a cognac on the side
feeling all greyed out
wondering if it was too early for a cigar
in the distance I can hear the ting ting
of a small iron bell
in front of me a streetsweeper
arranges a bundle of carpet
to guide the water down the gutter
& without thought the wonder comes on
how where does he live?
a wife a lover with his mother?
is he hungover too?
I come back to the café my coffee getting cold
take a sip there then a sip of the cognac
feeling the warmth come on
& begin to think of my lover
our affair growing cold
back there in the hotel
wondering what today will bring