![]() I Look Up On A Rainy Night In ParisA Poem by Cyprian Van Dyke![]() Coffee inspired![]() The taste of coffee. The sound of jazz. The sight of a rainy night in Paris Through this cafe glass. I sit. I sip. I tap my cup, Like the second-hand ticks the clock. I feel like an old grandfather To the world that I never see, As I sit in front of the glass, In this passenger seat. As the cafe Open sign flickers in the window, I see a jazzy lady, with eyes and hair like coffee, Walking past, and coming in through the door. She sits by my side. I say, “Hi.” She smells the coffee on my breath And says, “Oh, I can go for some of that.” And then kisses me, Like she’d hold a rose to her nose, She pushes my lips to hers. Okay, haha, that’s not how it really goes. I’m daydreaming. But she is really here. I don’t think I can go up to her and say anything. I just nod my head, look into my coffee and stare. It keeps me awake. It gives me this beautiful taste, and for what? I nod my head again, and I look up. I sit. I sip. I tap my cup. I look through the window, Knowing I should just go home. Sure, I need eight hours of sleep, But I don’t need to be up this long. I should just go home. Tomorrow, maybe, I’ll be strong enough to say hello, After my cup coffee, of course, lol. Oct 2, 2018 © 2023 Cyprian Van DykeAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 24, 2023 Last Updated on October 24, 2023 Author![]() Cyprian Van DykeFLAboutIf you're not into reading but love movies, here's why you should give my poems a read: I've been told many times that my writing is cinematic. I love movies and video games and I really aspire t.. more..Writing
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