PDF

At the Cafe


by Jerry Ratch


 

The light on his face from a lamp 

Felt hat with a black band 

Scrunched down 

 

The nose creating a strong shadow 

With dark, straight eyebrows under the hat 

Red and orange beard 

 

Leaning forward at the café table, watching 

A damp curl of hair on the girl's neck 

When she says the word “available” 

 

Then the phrase, “I am not bothered” 

Floating over the crowd 

Then, simply, “I want” 

 

Her face turned up to him 

Like a half moon 

Eyes black with black paint 

 

Skin like the insides of a ripe plum 

Black hair cut straight 

Across the forehead 

 

Body only minutes away 

In the long vertical mirror 

Standing naked from the waist down 

 

And the natural heated engine 

That lies between them, left wanting 

Panting, alive 

 

Before wine 

Before make-up, and fashion 

And the invention of the demitasse 

 

Endcap