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,…