a cafe in HongKong
a cold beer, a long slender glass
the name remains
I wonder if it is still there.
in the midtown Manhattan
SPACE FOR RENT
the sign will be gone soon
the memories will be washed out with it.
a music cafe on the ground floor
I heard Lenard Cohen’s voice for the first time there
Bonnie and Clyde poster on the wall
long gone, that time of my life.
memory works in funny way,
and I want to look at