Frankfurt Rainy Night
A red-haired woman in a fern green scarf, leans into the weather
Frankfurt, Rainy Night
I sit in a second-floor Kaffeehaus, jet-lagged,
sipping another cup of honeyed coffee,
trying to stay awake a few more hours,
to go to bed with the Germans.
A red-haired woman in a fern green scarf,
leans into the weather below,
head down, mouth puckered,
the bitter taste of winter is on her tongue.
In a whisper of rain, a one-man band
bangs his tambourine on the Fressgass
with no other audience but the pigeons
and the wind-whipped leaves.
Beautiful writing, Sharron. The “one-man band” playing before an audience of pigeons really got me. I can see him so vividly, just him and his tambourine. I can sense the narrator’s exhaustion!
How poetic.