Log Cabin Chronicles
Tea with Mr. Cohen
DARREN ANDERSON
A feeling of separation comes when I enter Joel's Café. Steam rises from sugar polluted tea, clouding a thin pane, a divider between my curious eyes and the children of the night beyond.
On his mahogany stool an old man whispers, "I seem to have misplaced my soul." With a tired smile an aged waitress comments, "Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows."
A man with a suit the color of an eclipsed sun slides in the seat across from me. His face holds the wisdom of a thousand souls, and before he can say a word, I have to ask; What has it been like to live poetry?
The last line from the second stanza was taken out of tribute from Leonard Cohen's poem, "The Old Revolution"
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