(Listen to the poem here)
Inside the café,
over their cups of coffee
and in between
the groping fingers
of the morning sun-
projecting through the crooked slats,
the two musicians
argue their next note. Read more…
(Listen to the poem here)
Inside the café,
over their cups of coffee
and in between
the groping fingers
of the morning sun-
projecting through the crooked slats,
the two musicians
argue their next note. Read more…