A Smoky Cafe

 

It was bizarre if not exotic with an array of aspidistras

a delicate white wrought iron staircase curled above the dance floor

Where dancers were in perpetual flow as they tangoed to and fro

waiters wore white shirts and black bow ties with trousers of course

The strains of tango music permeated the entire cafe

as women sat with elongated cigarette holders gently emittng blue smoke

expressions of being distrait added to the overall languid atmosphere

It could have been the 1930's in Buenas Aires

but sadly no, a psuedo attempt to recreate those bygone days

For some reason the cafe possessed an atmosphere of sophistication

to go there and to be seen, to dance and to flirt

Cloche hats, multi beaded necklaces and heavy make up

wore almost in planned uniformity

I adored the place and sat there for hours mesmerised

here I was able to conjure up the past, as piano, violins

and acccordions gave their all