A Smoky Cafe

A Smoky Cafe

 

It was bizarre if not exotic with an array of aspidistras

a delicate white wrought iron staircase curled above the dance floor

Where dancers were in perpetual flow as they tangoed to and fro

waiters wore white shirts and black bow ties with trousers of course

The strains of tango music permeated the entire cafe

as women sat with elongated cigarette holders gently emittng blue smoke

expressions of being distrait added to the overall languid atmosphere

It could have been the 1930's in Buenas Aires

but sadly no, a psuedo attempt to recreate those bygone days

For some reason the cafe possessed an atmosphere of sophistication

to go there and to be seen, to dance and to flirt

Cloche hats, multi beaded necklaces and heavy make up

wore almost in planned uniformity

I adored the place and sat there for hours mesmerised

here I was able to conjure up the past, as piano, violins

and acccordions gave their all 

 

◄ The haves and have nots

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Jon

Sat 15th Aug 2020 17:16

Hi Keith
This sounds like an amazing place, full of atmosphere, filled with style and the thrill of self expression
Beautifully written
Jon

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Tom

Fri 7th Aug 2020 10:12

Fantastic Keith, it felt like the opening page to a novel I really want to continue reading...

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keith jeffries

Wed 5th Aug 2020 23:10

Bluesky girl, Paul, Leon and Emeka,

Thank you for your comments.
Keith

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LEON STOLGARD

Wed 5th Aug 2020 10:55

Hi Keith-my kind of place and certainly my kind of poem-fab!



L.S.

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Paul Sayer

Wed 5th Aug 2020 07:15

The joys of a reminisce,
an enjoyable evocative write Keith

Paul

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