A Seat at The Cafe

What would it take

To get a seat in the cafe

In Williamsburg

Off 6th

Sunday

As the sunlight

Glistens I’m off

Frozen streets

Keeping an eye

For an opening

As the groups of people

Come and go

Bustle to and fro

A seat is precious on a Sunday

At best I can reminisce at how

We once had a seat at the cafe

On an easy Wednesday

But today now a seat was open

Not an empty chair

The sun continues to flow in the windows

Like streams of gold thistle

Through the trashed Christmas trees

Not a seat to be had today

So seats are to be envied

On a brisk Sunday in the cafe

On 6th Street

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