Here I sit, in a crowded restaurant
Clanking of glasses
Gossips never ending
Autumn calling winter
It’s a bright morning
Smell of freshly baked pizza
And my peach iced tea
Tables all serving smiles and frowns
The beat of a hiphop rap song
Soon shuffling to a ballad
No one seems to care
They’re into themselves
My food here, as i eat happily
Tables emptying and filling
A spontaneous phenomenon
Friends, family and lovers
A place for one and all
With delicacy of love and flavor.
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