Street Scene

The boulangerie was the best place to eat.
The second time we went there
we stole the corner table
     and I listened to the old ladies
          discuss bridge
               and the movies they had seen.
We drank wine and coffee.
     The pastries were good.
And we managed, after digging,
     to find change to leave on the table.

You wanted to read the paper.
I wanted to forget the paper,
to overhear the old ladies
     discuss bridge,
          parties,
          and the movies they planned to see.