Of a good address, abuzz,
Clarke’s in London may be -
Herbed tea, macchiato coffee
Jute smelled, honey-oat, garlic
Buttered bread, atop, powdered
Cocoa raw; on an old table,
Served by old hands, parch-lipped
Smile, welcomed and a bowed adieu.
Art, a poem, jazz, and news-paper,
Birds, leaves, chill and cold;
Afternoon, a falling day, and breathing out.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
November 30,2013.
Clarke’s Restaurant, London @ Yelp
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