Stray Cat Cafe

This is a love story told through poetry. There’s pleasure, pain, beauty, jazz, so much more. The poems start out classically, and gradually morph into quirky new forms. Fun is definitely allowed.

“On a dreary day too poor for a name,
He dragged himself down to the little café,
Flat white and a paper, always the same,
He fumbled for coins and something to say,
His hand struck silver, but his mind no gold,
The coffee machine frothed a mocking hiss,
His soft fingers touched the counter so cold,
And there she was, a sunny shining miss,…