The Café

By Phyllis Beebe

There's a place not far from here
Where they bring you a carafe of wine
And don't care how many breadsticks you eat.

A longhair'd guy sits in a corner playing guitar
Like you never heard before
And smiles when you buy him a beer.

I'd like to take you there tonight
Just to listen to the music
And make love to you with my eyes.

Maybe you'd come home with me at midnight
To listen to Vivaldi by the fire
And sleep with me because we're both alone.