The Bohemian Cafe

 

It lived true to its name like no other

with mismatched furniture and an odd cover

Not one cup, plate or knife were the same

its clientele seemed only a little tame

The floor was built of unusual planks

as no loan was forthcoming from the banks

Shady deals were often carried out

amidst many a cheer and shout

A strange scent permeated the air

as if from the local ganja fair

Cushions with padding half hanging out

several bizarre characters drifted about

Beverages were served to those so incliined

but many had brought a bottle of wine

Electronic music with a pulsating beat

but in winter there was little or no heat

Empty ashtrays were left as a reminder

of days when fags were smoked with cider

Gothic and punk fashion still prevailed

with Che Guevara on the wall emblazoned

The elderly tended to stay well away

as the young and zany held sway

Those who worked there looked rather vague

and there was charity drop bottle of Dimple Haig

It bore the resemblance of a converted cave

and to step inside one needed to be brave