Neon

sit and wait the coat is on, wait to go out to the cafe.
The son is getting ready
then the son comes into the bedroom, and the waiting is at an end.
So out into the wet alley, ice cold rain driven into the face by a light wind.
An unpleasant Sunday.

Around the corner, dreary cold and wet, onward, and then enter the archways, they keep off the rain
There is a waiter standing there, talking on the telephone.
He has an apron on with café Neon written on it
And a little farther on, there it is, the café Neon.

So we go in there, and have a coffe and a croissant, a coke and a cake.
Great.
And watch the grinning crowds of breakfast eaters arrive and start to bustle up the stairs, searching for the best possible place.

A social gathering in a Greek café in a German small town.
Sunday