Monday, 10 November 2008

Cafe Melancholy


The cafe in the rain,
The people all the same,
Fixed seats to the floor,
Menus make my heart sore.
Tables coated in ancient grime,
It's really going back in time.

Come to Cafe Melancholy,
Serve with a smile and trying jolly.

Yellow pictures on the walls,
An old man to his paper, drawls.
Young worker dreams of being sacked,
Handling china already cracked.
Italian owner makes a sigh,
Of things and changes that go by.

Come to Cafe Melancholy,
Neon sign, attempt at jolly.

1 comment:

Juliette Llewellyn said...

hello sian, i recxognise this place! you name it well, lol! is this what we have to look forward to when we retire?!? love juX love the photo as usual :-) & the concept