The square was emptying
As the dusk silently spread
Café tables and chairs were stacked
Wine bottles were dead
But tomorrow café life will restart
The square will again ring with voices
A guitarist plays plaintive chords
And waiters listen to many choices
A boy and a girl find a quiet table
Trying to shut out the hustle and bustle
As they romance about a better tomorrow
But will they ever become a couple?
Morning coffee and croissants
Tune to baguettes and wine
Lunch turns to an evening aperitif
For many a café is a shrine
However, the dusk will spread again
Taking the warmth of the day away
Sunshine can turn to cold rain
But the joy of café life recommences every day.