Red table cloth

by Adan7777   Jul 1, 2012


A Chile Verde Tostada,
and a cup of coffee
.
The table draped in red
The flavor of food
flowed like a cloud

..After I was serve
she pour
coffee in to my cup,
black as portray
a beautiful smile
the waitress
looking at me

She walked away.

I thought to my self
this is seventh heaven.
Pretty shapes going
this way and that way,

Motion
freeing the essences
of the Chile Verde to ecstasy
enjoying my coffee
like if it was a close friend.

Every day should be like this day,
Heaven
bring into being
in a Mexican restaurant

So surreal
..., one last sip
of coffee
give and pay for the meal.
Adan7777

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