Friday Night Poem by Atef Ayadi
Friday Night
A fog of silence
Invaded my
Table
For couple dead hours
the cafe
Looked like a deserted temple
the server is bored with his long
lasting boredom
A Lady
came across my table
Her eyes were firing
At mine
She said
“Beautiful night? ”
“Is it? ”
I was busy sharpening my pencil
Against the concrete slab
She dumped her cigarette
In my ashtray
And added “Have a good night”
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