A French Cafe Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I wandered into a cafe
The kind with slim baguettes
Their coffee served with creamer cup
Inside a stoneware mug

The customers were most gentile
They did not yell or sprawl
They neatly sat on little seats
And ate their proffered treats

The menu, elegant and clean
Displayed words very French
I had the feeling that indeed
I dined in fair Paree

Croissants and tarts of neatest mean
Were beckoning from shelves
Where chocolate flakes and berries glazed
Peeked out from doilies' lace

The scene was much like a ballet
The servers in starched shirts
Would pirouette around the chairs
On which the diners perched

I left there wondering if this
Was how some folks lived their lives
For me it was a treat of sorts
Diversion, to be sure

I wandered into a cafe
The kind with slim baguettes
Their coffee served with creamer cup
Inside a stoneware mug.