Cafés of the World
Morning light on marble tables
Steam is dancing in the air
A quiet room, a ticking watch
Ink and thoughts meet somewhere
Wooden chairs, old conversations
Every wall has learned to hear
All the words that once were written
By the ones who lingered here
I open up my notebook slowly
Like a door that knows my name
In cafés of the world I’m writing
From Berlin down to Vienna town
Salzburg nights, Parisian mornings
Words fall softly, pen goes down
Though my feet may touch the floor here
When I write, I’m everywhere
One small table, one notebook
And the whole wide world is there
Germany in winter whispers
Coffee strong, the pages warm
Austria hums in gentle swing-time
Shelter from the passing storm
Vienna teaches patience
Salzburg hands me quiet rhyme
Paris smiles in flowing sentences
Like it’s always known my time
Every city leaves a fingerprint
In the margins of my mind
In cafés of the world I’m writing
From old streets to foreign signs
Every cup a small beginning
Every line a crossing line
Though the world feels close and reachable
Train and plane, one ticket away
When I write, I travel deeper
Than any map could ever say
A notebook is a passport
No borders, no control
One sentence takes me further
Than my body ever goes
I sit still, the world keeps turning
Inside ink and paper sound
I don’t need to leave the table
To go walking all around
In cafés of the world I’m writing
Time slows down, the noise grows thin
Every place becomes a doorway
Letting other places in
In cafés of the world I’m writing
Everywhere and nowhere, too
If you ask me where I’ve been lately
I’ll say: inside a sentence or two
One last sip, the page still open
Even when I leave the chair
I fold the world into my notebook
And carry it from there
S.
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