Tiff Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tiff

Aimlessly take a walk
Along the ‘Rue Saint Jean'
Ice stares from sides…

On the walls declare signs
Names of bars, restaurants,

Orphans are two book shops!

I become confident
When passing by women
Am not short as I think
My height is good; normal.

It is cold in Quebec
And still people live
This for now and days of
Coming warmth, global!

I wonder how life was
Years ago and same land
When things were more natural…

On my way I stop
At sing-dance, blue lights
On corner ‘Carre d'Youvill'
I observe the winter-carnival
Nationalists say: 'Quebec's'
People sing and play in globe
And many ice-skate in the rink.

Attracted and amused by such site
I take out camera for footage, few shots…
They will be reminders later on.

Open door, go inside, sit at bar
I tell girl to serve me some beer
Label is of her choice; need shelter
Bar tender, let's name her: 'Isabell'
Bends and is generous on her chest
Exposes the top of her breasts.

She is wild, a tiger; a hunter…
Will I be her prey?

She fixes red drink
Named 'Ceasar Bloody, '
Very much similar to Bloody Mary
The juice used is not just tomato
Very much similar; Clamato.

Clients at the bar
As it is their normal
Seem loners of a kind…
Befriend girls and jars…
Most of them little or not at all
Handsome or Good-looking,
They drink and become talkative!

One of them copy of Pinocchio
But by age and wrinkles Geppetto
He alone, singular fills circus
He is horse and rider
On stands big lions,
With a whip, trainer
Fire rings and tigers
He watches NFL
Well-hidden in his well
Keeps talking to himself
Like madman in a cell!

Doubtlessly is drunk…
One can see in his eyes!

I finish two beers
Toonie is my tip paid
Mostly for the kindness,
And answers to questions.

I enjoy my Quebec…
Promise to one girl:
'I will write a poem, '
To name it after her
Therefore I name it 'Tiff'.