The sound of Sunday coming does precede
That frequent opportunity I take
To post up in a verdant Balcony
And see what kind of stories I can make
My entrance causes smiles and waves hello
A croissant and a coffee will be mine
They know me here, and as such so I know
I’d trust no other cafe with my time
With instrumental jazz as company
A fragrant mood, the hours rushing by
My word count’s high, ha! What ADHD?
Now evening draws, and I must say goodbye
But I’ll be back, as soon as Sunday next
To K-town, and the table I love best.
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