(Swans - July 15, 2013)
In the chain coffee shop with the bland croissants
the bland customer demands what he wants;
in the (only at the bar) smoke-free room
they play nervous "techno" to make you consume;
a young girl sits reading Lorca's tragedies—
America has the finest libraries—
her expression as limpid as her white wine:
drama is human; flaky croissants, divine.
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David Francis has produced three albums of songs, one of poems, ALWAYS/FAR, a chapbook of lyrics and drawings, and the film Village Folksinger. His poems and stories have appeared in a number of US and UK magazines. His Web site is http://davidfrancismusic.com. He lives in New York City. (back)