Sunday, March 26, 2006

Caffe Greco

Talk to me old crushed velvet walls
O’ Victorian busts speak up too
Betray openly your memories all
Exclude nothing and speak always true.
Carefree god Pan full of smile and mirth
Account of those who here shared your mood
For here I came inspiration dearth
For here I seek it where Keats once stood.
Even now echoes poets’ laughter
Gathered over espresso and smoke
Reclining in your red chairs after
Extolling some long forgotten joke.

Continue your watch time worn Caffe Greco
Only could I but share each musing you know.


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