A poem to "Café Het Gat" & Night
So clumsy, angry people;
Greasy, drunk people;
Hahaha, playing celestial symphonies…
Fields of Elysian?
No!
Have I dreamed ? or it was real,
What I saw as in a vision…
–Interlude–
When the long murmur applause
That greeted the “bartender’s” lay
–o–
While the sullen gales of….
In the long sleepless watches of the night.
Lying back amid the “grasses“…
xxx Yeah, It was too symbolic, but try it…
