Cafe Trio

it was a most eccentric evening yet I wished the piano man hadn't played so loud
the red roses complimented the white suit on Susan
who's sly smile lingered on the woman who spoke
of her love of Chinese art and lack of artistic ability
but loved her martini and wine...I envied her way with words
how they faded in and out between Zig's story of life
in Germany, crooked police in Kansas in the 70's and
how he paints goddesses with nudity for his own self expression
the table was divided and I was exactly in its middle
between the educated and the educated but comfortable
left side comfortable, hard of hearing with a flannel soft personality
who wanted to be a serious actor but taught school instead
sat across his wife a retired corporate woman who was ready
to sculpt, paint and live a healthier lifestyle
was my daughter glad she came? her laughter reassured my doubt
as she shared phone numbers to the ones who would call for
energy sessions while I read the lines on Zig's hands with the
plastic swizzle stick to point out mystic crosses, 2 divorces
and an over active imagination with a serious mark that told of
his mother accidentally delivering him on the floor.
at this point, I wished the piano man would come back from break
anything to drown out Zig's loud silence.
we put our cash in personal black books and thanked each other
for the company.
 "Mom, we have all the ingredients at home to have made this same
meal." Hannah whispered. But it was a good salad surrounded by
red and yellow beets with cucumber and goat cheese. At home the
chilled melon soup would have been called a smoothie and where
would we have found the spice that we had tonight? Eccentrics...
the spice of life!