Evening at the Cafe

A cycle of poems «Your Lipstick's on My Shirt»

Sun dips low, paints the sky in hues of gold
Shadows stretch, stories yet untold
Cafe lights flicker, a warm inviting glow
Evening settles in, a gentle, easy flow

Evening at the cafe, a symphony of sound
Laughter, chatter, clinking cups abound
Steam from coffee, a fragrant, misty haze
Lost in conversation, in these golden days

Couples whisper, secrets soft and sweet
Friends gather 'round, their moments can't be beat
Musicians strum, a melancholic tune
Painting pictures, bathed in the soft moon

Evening at the cafe, a symphony of sound
Laughter, chatter, clinking cups abound
Steam from coffee, a fragrant, misty haze
Lost in conversation, in these golden days

The city hums a lullaby so low
Stars begin to glimmer, a gentle afterglow
Time stands still, in this cozy, warm embrace
Finding solace here, in this familiar space

Evening at the cafe, a symphony of sound
Laughter, chatter, clinking cups abound
Steam from coffee, a fragrant, misty haze
Lost in conversation, in these golden days

As the night descends, and the music fades away
Memories are made, in this perfect cafe day
Evening at the cafe, a moment to recall
A warm and gentle feeling, that lingers after all.