Somewhere Poem by Eric Cockrell

somewhere, i dont know,
we're having lunch
in some sidewalk cafe...
fresh, crisp salads,
and black coffee
with a shot of brandy...
and somewhere, i dont know,
they're playing music
on an outdoor stage...
we're sitting side by side,
with no need to be anywhere.

somewhere, i dont know,
we're walking hand in hand
thru the evening streets,
just listening to the sounds...
somewhere, i dont know,
in a rented room down by the tracks,
you come to me wearing nothing
but a necklace... and the rocking
of the coming train takes us
to our final destination...

somewhere, i dont know...