Cafe "Wittgenstein"          

  She sat in the corner of gloomy café, She was women for all men’s eyes With graceful fingers of perfect shapeshe laid down some fortune cards. "What are you doing in this part of world?"her voice was husky and low."You seem to be guided, but somewhere misguidedalone in the melting snowof our travelling. She read me my fortune, she knew of my pastshe described the state of affairs.I asked about future, she said it will last,'cuz the Universe really doesn't care. "So beter be going, or this neon shadewill bite into your mind.You'll forget who you're calling,you'll just keep on rollingfor whatever you want to findthat's been forgotten. But I'm looking for somecafe "Wittgenstein",maybe I justmisremembered his name. There's a table inside,and an old friend of minewaiting for another roundof summer ending We sat in the silence of deserted placewhile shadows were shooting late pool.On broken white marble, there's a still dusty placefor the Hermit and upside dawn Fool Beware of a man with enchanting claimthat the world is the oyster to eatWith smile he crushed shellsto rip out the pearlsand only a lifeless meatremains behind him. In the middle of a riddlethat turned out too smart.

N. Fiser