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.
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.