Neon lights flicker morse code in the puddles of the rain
Memories...we always said we would come here once again
Lights create multiple reflections on the cobblestoned street
Down the nearest alleyway return the echoes of our feet....
The old corner cafe is creating wreaths of dispersing steam
Colors shimmer from the car splashes in a surrealistic dream
Warm summer breezes carry delicious odors through the air
Down this street of faded memories marking our first affair....
The entranceway to the cafe still has that door of powder blue
As the sound of the door closing cannonades down the avenue
We step inside a world of ours, it seems a hundred years ago
Candles still on the table and the lights are down real low....
No, we did not choose a wine this time, each ordering iced tea
And staring into each other's eyes produced no magical reverie
The dance floor was not as smooth as it was in bygone days
And it did not whisper 'I love you' in a hundred different ways....
Had the place really changed so much in all the years gone by?
The ambience did not penetrate, we couldn't figure out why
There were a lot of dreams trailing us as we went out the door
The cafe simply was not nearly as good as it had been before....
Nov 1 2008
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