CAFÉ SOCIALITE

Some may till the Earth, for ransom,

others rattle sabres, might;

I aspire to be a fulsome

café-lounging socialite.

In a café, life gets brewing

novels, poems, sketches light.

Who’s for art, plain life eschewing?

Why, the café socialite.

When outside the thunder blazes,

one debates, with well-turned phrases,

in one’s tongue, honed to be right.

With wine-versed amusing muses!

What a blissful life one chooses

as a café socialite.