At a Cafe, a Table

Thumb and index finger
on the handle - relaxed

arms and legs, a cool look;
sunglasses and long hair.

Mona Lisa two hours before,
in a gallery - a smile, a frown.

Notes on paper, the final word -
espresso, classicism, and her.

So they have much in common,
a color, a light - but what of nothing

in the broken air of night? Simple
is what you want - forget it then.


Kerry James Evans