a gypsy slyly distracting a tourist

tender chicken

soaked with lemon juice and a special blend

of spices

on a pre-heated grill

is the prelude to an evening meal

with a glass of decent red wine and Simon & Garfunkel's

The Sounds of Silence playing

as the sun begins

to slowly settle on the western horizon;

the table is set with cloth napkins

and porcelain plates,

and silver ware; 

and a screen wall is

enclosing the private space with welcoming arms.

wonderfully, there are no bugs.

the early evening birds are filling the soft, still air with

a natural song.

local flowers sweetly scent the air.

John Lee Hooker is soon to sing,

and his boom boom will be bluesy and enchanting.

he was very popular in Europe,

where modern tastes acknowledged genius without hesitation.

the poets of Europe, especially, are also brilliant chroniclers

of the heart beating in rhythm to the seconds of the day,

while astutely noticing any illusions 

fancied by the cafe crowd.

a gypsy slyly distracting a passing tourist

is a clever poet without a pen,

dreaming of a 

tender chicken

soaked with lemon juice and a special blend

of spices

on a pre-heated grill,

with a glass of decent red wine.