- Eddie Fogler
Soir Bleu Solitaire

I went to the crowded café,
Attracted to the lanterns
Dangling against the blue.
I was dressed in my finest:
Silly, willy white.
Hair and makeup conspicuous.
Yet still more muted than
The olive-clad rouge-abuser.
My presence longed to fit.
So I mimicked the distant beret,
Held a cigarette
Between my lips,
And waited for a light.
But I had sat at a table
With patrons blinded
By self-awareness and introspection
Separated by pirate hats and epaulettes.
I thought perhaps
The man on my left
With his well-to-do formality
Could hold his inquisitive gaze,
While his sheet-dressed date
Downed another glass,
And stare a flame into existence.
Then I would have finally
Had some company.
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