Café do Barão

barao
I can’t hear myself think
in this little café.
The old man is shouting,
or as he would call it, talking.
On and on it goes
like an Arabic prayer call
but not so melodically.
Could he be complaining?
He’s crazy but
not out of place on this street.
The landlady fills out
her crossword in silence,
the small TV in the corner
of the room shows
a distant village festa,
a Brazilian man sings,
his backup dancers are
hot brasileiras in orange bikinis,
his audience are largely old
and show no reaction
to the strange and sexual
spectacle before them,
the performers try their hardest
to ignite some enthusiasm,
the audience stand dead still
like bemused gothic statues,
worlds apart from
the bizarre little novelty
on stage in their village,
the performers keep trying their best,
perhaps they imagine a happier crowd
but no doubt they’re familiar with this,
the Portuguese way.
Meanwhile in Café do Barão,
the old man is still shouting
and the sun is still shining
outside the open door

– Lennie Bezwik

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About bezwik

Lennie Bezwik is an English poet and lyricist who lives in Spain. Before getting into poetry, Bezwik was part of the London based UK Hip Hop scene, writing songs, producing tracks and performing live rap. Over the last few years, Bezwik has done a lot of travelling, drinking and writing. Nowadays, he sneaks off to dingy little Spanish bars at night and writes poems in his notebook. His biggest inspirations are homelessness, unemployment, booze, love and being dreamy.

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