A swinging tune, a happy mood <br />Consumes me in this small cafe, <br />The scent of coffee and of food, <br />An eerie voice of yesterday. <br />And now that voice of one long gone <br />Warms me as if t’were the fire’s light. <br />The syllables he once has sung <br />Protect me from the snowy night. <br /> <br />But now my drink is gone and I <br />Must venture out into the snow. <br />I must now leave the singer’s sighs <br />And the fire’s bright red warming glow. <br />Though I’ll be back again sometime <br />To listen to the singer’s rhyme. <br /> <br />2009<br /><br />william mcgehee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cafe-snowy-night/
