Monroe Cafe

Last time when I saw her
On a long-distance video call,
I said, “Some day or some night
Let us get back – if you might…
Maybe after a decade’s time
At Monroe Cafe”, and we parted.

Since then,
Many moons and stars have lived and died,
Many owls and mice played death and dice,
Many concrete flowers lit up the sky;
And those who were love-junkies before –
Now sleep among folds of soft lard
In those concrete flowers.

Only me, I stayed awake
To seek her in town squares and tiny cups
At Monroe Cafe.

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