Bombay Cafe

In the heart of London

Where the isles are winding

To the heart of the city

We dine

One Monet moment

At a time

Wooden counters

With airy old jazz numbers

Fumbling along

With a reserved evening

In the heart of London

Focus on An End

Where to start

And where to end

What is the beginning

And where is there no more

The only way to know

Is to go

Where not many

Have gone before

Start over

And again

Where you will be lead to

Just don’t focus on the end