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Cafe Au Lait

Mam and Dad drank tea,
the water boiling hot,
poured over the leaves
to mash in the pot.
And they would use a cafe,
a sort of sterile place
where these two country folk
looked completely out of place.

We started drinking coffee
as we moved in to our teens
and we nearly lived and died
in our old blue jeans.
And we use the coffee bar,
a place of hissing steam
and rock and roll music,
our ersatz American Dream.

Not quite The Two I's in Soho
where talent spewed forth
but we felt we were in touch
way up here in the north
as we listened to the king
on the old juke box forty five.
The up and coming generation
and man were we alive.

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Cafe Au Lait