Friday Night
A fog of silence
Invaded my
Table
For couple dead hours
the cafeshop
Looks like a dezerted temple
the server is bored with his long
lasting bordom
A Lady
came across my table
Her eyes were firing
At mine
She said
“Beautiful night?”
“Is it?”
I was taking by sharping my pencil
Against the concrete slab
She dumped her cigarette
In my ashtray
And added “Have a good night”
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