Alone by the moonlit river,
hearkening to the echoeing clouds,
I stumble upon a quiet cafe,
bestarred with colored lights,
its glinting chairs and wire-woven tables
so empty and souless.

As if in a dream,
I take a seat,
shrouded by the pouring moonlight,
surrounded by the foreign scent,
and gaze at the blue-tinged menu.

It's a late hour,
and in the pleasantly cool night air,
a cup of coffee would be nice.