Cafe Girls

Single nights and double mochas
suit my style better than
daft duets over drinks
of gin and drafts

But my eyes drift longingly
towards succulent figures
sitting alone and sipping
some smooth and addicting brew.

Your common classic cafe is as
dark, dreary, and dream-filled
as most singles bars
full of promising princesses.

Yet women sublime,
but less than divine,
seen through unblurred eyes
and a lucid mind

are less desired.

ALB 12-2000