I Look Up On A Rainy Night In Paris

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

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Cozy and intriguing.
I was transported to that cafe!
Will you summon courage to speak to her tomorrow?
Beautiful piece!

[Ken Simm.]

The fact that it really did make me miss late night Paris. Although I don't drink coffee any more but I do love jazz. Truthfully. I lovely piece of nostalgia.

[Lorry]

Ah, the non alcohol version of Dutch courage, that tastes so much better than jazz.
This reads like so many places I have been over the years and miss all the time, that somehow I still daydream of those almost but not quite real scripts that run in my head but never make the final cut.
Their is no stranger place or time than where a tourist finds himself before he finds the pillow is where he needs to be.

[AYVID N]

This is so relatable, Cyprian. The urge to walk away, the difficulty in interpersonal interactions. Sometimes coffee works and sometimes it doesn't. Loved the expressions here, the pacing and the hopeful conclusion. Yes, tomorrow is another day! Loved it all!

[Chris Shaw]

I love Paris in the spring time, I love Paris in the fall. You took me there and I watched this scenario play out. The aroma of the coffee so inviting. Put those daydreams into action. Speak to her. Wonderful poetry.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"like she'd hold a rose to her nose" very descriptive.
I hope the speaker will say hello before it is too late. She is giving him every chance.
j.