At the Cafe Terrace at Night

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thirteen past mid-night,
in gilded fluorescence,
i sketch stars falling in my blur
of deep blue poetry, and
the city tendrils upwards
behind waitresses who
with poisoned indifference
paste smiles upon exhaustion

and i am left remembering
with a tang, the scent of coffee,
early hours, the scent of you,
breathing through my skin-
“someday,” you had promised-

i shift into a half-detoxed glare,
time rising up to choke a new alveoli,
i down another peg of stale transparency,
count days to Christmas
with that same sordid hope.

©Mohana Das

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8 thoughts on “At the Cafe Terrace at Night

  1. A beautifully evocative poem … these lines are very powerful: sketching stars falling in the blur/behind waitresses who/with poisoned indifference/paste smiles upon exhaustion

    sat outside that café only a year ago ….

  2. oh – one of my fav van gogh paintings…one that always made me wanna walk into the picture and be there a bit…soak in the atmoshphere…. the scent of you,
    breathing through my skin…. this is wonderful…and if you wait for someone so much, christmas can be lightyears away…

  3. Wow – love this! I particularly like the lines:

    the city tendrils upwards
    behind waitresses who
    with poisoned indifference
    paste smiles upon exhaustion

    and your closing. Really well done!

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