Living in the fantasy
Of more glamorous times
Smokey, rum scented fumes
When across the room
Eyes meet in romantic gaze
What has been awaited
All these days
Between musical notes
And human chatter
They muse
Somewhere in the middle
Across the dark, wood planked floor
To solve the riddle
Behind mime and reason
Whisking away
In spun cotton and linen
To see Paris at midnight
Under the purple, misty sky
Where anyone would sigh
To behold the moment
In the outdoor café
Sprinkled with ex-patriots
Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Gloria Stein
Picasso entrances
Between lovers repose
The greatness of the creative moment
Over coffee and memories
Independence Day streamers
From the right frontal lobe
And primitive amygdale jungles
Birthing ideas of the moment
That stand the test of time.
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