Frankfurt Rainy Night
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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.
Wow, wasn't expecting to get a case of the "feels" but you did it. A weary traveler with a touch of melancholy that will hopefully be dispelled by a good nights sleep and a new morning. Very relatable.
Love the structure of the prose.
👍! I can feel it, too.