Thursday, May 24, 2007

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I'm talking to the shadows
from 1 o'clock til 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry

5 comments:

Mukul said...

hey why i can't post comments on the previous post??

haan yaar, impossible to do talk of these things in hindi.. these hindoos i tell you.

nice pome!

ajay noronha said...

what u kno?!...even i wondered where that comment thingee disappeared...useless you pundits! and that poem ain't no poem - it is black coffee a song various jazz blues singers have sung. beeauutiful...

Mukul said...

dumass me! not knowing onlee..

Venu said...

Hey! Ajay! Been reading your wonderful posts for a while. Hope you remember me from MCRC days.
Say hi! to Neha from me if you see her again. The jhari Mari girls were fantastic whe we did the Badhte Hum wokshop with them some years ago. Sorry have to post this comment with this post as the comment thingie on the previous one no there!! :-)
Keep well!

ajay noronha said...

hey venu! taht's so good to hear from you n taht you been reading. of course i remember you!! whats your email? somuch to catch up on.