Cafe Casablanca

Cafe Casablanca

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A poem about a Cafe
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A poem about a Cafe

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Submitted: January 12, 2010

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Submitted: January 12, 2010

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Café Casablanca
Souks and Casbah, flies and sun,
I drink my Turkish brew.
Market sounds and cigarettes,
Cards and coffee cups.
Old men playing backgammon,
Vendors shout and yell.
Sitting in the old street café,
Beats of tablah throb.
The sounds of nay and oud combine,
Like rays of light entwine.
Music races through my blood,
Bringing life to soul.
Buzuq, qanun, and minjayra,
Hear their subtle sounds.
Inflections, joining dancing notes,
Vibrant tones of life.
Dates and figs with roasted lamb,
Coffee freshly brewed.
Sheesha, nargilla everywhere,
Aroma fills the air.
Apple, cherry, smoky haze,
Intoxicating all.
Firdaus dances to the beat,
Flashing eyes of fire.
Body sways and undulates,
Enticing rhythms sway.
Sweat now glistens in light’s rays,
Delightful diamond drops.
Raven locks that whirl and swirl,
Hither, thither to the beat.
Music maelstrom whirls around,
Beat intense crescendo comes.
Dark the sky with breeze so cool,
Welcome as I wander back.
Cobblestones like tablah sound,
As I saunter home.


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