New Place

Michael’s bistro, hole in the wall,

a triangular corner, two tables with

chairs, a sofa and two small coffee

tables, dark and angular like a movie

by Fritz Lange, jazz appropriately,

those were the days, Michael, the

coffee connoisseur made the moka,

it was different, but by the end I 

really dug it…he seemed more 

relaxed than he had before. A crazy

little Steppenwolf spot tucked nice

and neat where it was a few steps off

the main street but invisible discreet.