The Night Cafe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The interior of Vincent Van Gogh's 'The Night Cafe'. Enjoy :)

The Night Café 
‘One could go mad or commit a crime here.’ I know Vincent,
because I’ve taken a seat hidden among pots, pans, and various
other eccentric antique objects hanging off the red walls.
Herbaceous smoke billows or folds around purple carnations,
carefully placed centre stage on my wrought-iron table with a
cup of potent coffee, looking like they’re posing for still life.
Around the feet of a green baize snooker table, snapped
easels and violin strings litter the floor, but the Night cafe
owner is blind in one eye, he doesn’t mind, he just sits
behind the mahogany bar trying to console lonely poet lovers
Who are slumped in tears... seeing their own twisted, spiralling
reflections in neatly stacked rows of glass, their Bohemianism.
I turn back to my table, study pots and pans, and then I gaze
through the dark, frost-glazed window, feeling only slightly like
Vincent, wondering, ‘Who will sit with me in the Night Cafe?’

Submitted: June 05, 2010

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Vincey Delaney

so fantastic!!! I simply adore this cool, down to earth one! You vividly told a wonderful story, great work indeed!!!

Sat, June 5th, 2010 7:09am

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