Cafe Girl
Joanne Legattolla
Allusions of life and lobe fill the aromatic cabaret.
Mingling singles and poetic solitudes share the common
smoke infested air, without contact or communication.
She lives her lie away from these others.
The long legged beauty clad in black cannot see herself,
as this crowded cafe intensely views her presence.
Pain and fortune are catholicized similar to capacino and
java, without emotion or much less self-doubt, or so we think.
But self assurance for our girl is only a surface phenomena.
Hidden beneath the poise and windswept looks is a needy
person, waiting to be appreciated, instead of simply noticed.
How long will she drink her bitter expresso here? Until a love
god shares her isolated space, or until she lives her life for herself
not for her image
