Thursday, January 6, 2011

We're only passing through

In A Café
by Garrison Keillor

When Love is lost, the laughter's good and gone,
The sun sinks down, the heavy fog rolls in,
Nothing is left to say and you know that no good
Will ever come of this,
Life will never again be miraculous.

Tall dark woman in the café, I see
How the tears glitter in your blue eyes.
You drink black coffee for bravery
And weep onto the front page of the Times.

I had a love once too who now is gone, is
gone, she's gone. The waves roll along
The coast, the sweet summer rain blows in.

If I knew you, I'd sit by your side and sing:
This world is not our home, we're only passing through.

1 comment:

kabir said...

Beautiful poem- I think you will like this one too

Recipe for Happiness in Khoborovsk or Anyplace- by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.

One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.

One fine day.

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