Bon Appetito Poem by Will B a Poet

Music is in your language.
Moderato/Allegretto/Crescendo,
I recognise the rhythms,
but not the meaning.

You stopped your frantic
serving of meals-Bon Appetito
to serve a friend, who's bicycle
had broken down.
Then you went back to your work,
as he peddled away-
Bon Appetito, Bon Appetito,
Bon Appetito.
You gave your language meaning.


This poem written in Scandiche near florence
2006 while observing Tommy at La Botega de panino.