There it's sitting, tucked between others unlike it.
Strolling, about the colorful decorum,
She briskly greets me, with a warming smile.
Clothed in simply exotic jeans, with leather boots,
The top fringes, flapping with her every step and turn.
As modern Jazz music plays, softly in the background.
People, walking briskly, down the clean stone surfaced
Street.
A fashion show, accentuating the plethora of boutiques
Encapsulating, the Expresso Bar.
Exotic cars creep along the narrow street,
Exhibiting their unique styles and models,
With their little ones riding quietly with,
Piercing eyes.
As a local cat, fondly plays with the small leaf.
Being gently, moved by the wind's breath.
As the sun sets quietly, we move to another spot,
To complete the day at the Expresso Bar.
Quietly, sitting in the mist of the dawn of the eve.
© The Expresso Bar, 2013, Paul S Hickman, All Right Reserved
Paul S. Hickman from Greece - Read Paul's Bio
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