Chicago Coffee Shop

They with the snow and winds
Knew not where the when began
At the Great Lake's northern shore
The ice frozen over
But the sun shown through
Past the forward thoughts
Into the moment new
Voices lively fill the space
Of the traveler's eye
In this place a ruddy cheek
A guarded hand, a hidden glance
The conversation starts up again
What a very pleasant thing
Being asked to play the game
That winged thing will
Alight for sometimes and always
Sounded in the Nessie's fyord
Dawning days and days gone before
Fish and Chips with one drink more
Palms touch and fingers clasp
A gush of words, no more than that
Japan, London, New York and Los Angeles
Rained down on Chicago like wet snow
Focused through the prism of a precipitous view
Then evaporated like vapor into the crowd
A spectator once more.