Rain drops in our coffee
We bid farewell on a rainy day,
at Cafe de la Rotonde we frequent.
Underneath one umbrella we gaze at the ashtray
that we see through its shiny surface bent and dent.
A moment we are flooded with words to say,
but our tongues fail us motionless and silent.
Upon a gust rain goes sideway,
into our cold coffee it descents.
So we finish our coffee in the rain,
that tastes like warm, bitter, and salty grains.
