I sat in a Fado café where real Fado is sung
cried so much I was told to leave, because
Fado is soul-wrenching music, the artist
takes her soul and give it to us.
I cried outside till my tears became a flood
I was waist deep in tears, the water ran into
the café, that had to be evacuated.
Tears, as you know, are not cold but after
sometimes even tears cool and I thought
these people are emptying their souls
every night, it is all a game to tickle your
emotion and then they go home and cook
dinner for a husband
I had figured out their game got up from
the pavement walked down to the railway
the station had a beer before going home.