86, via Condotti – Poem #23

Crisp and clear it was that day
befitting Roman January
strolling down the Spanish steps
to buy the International Tribune.

Planned a quiet morning out
to share a moment with the gods
a coffee and the Sunday post
 to sit where young Lord Byron sat.

Off to ancient Caffé Greco
most formal Roman coffee house
a piano that Rossini played
where Goethe scribbled poetry.

Waiters in their black and white
museum art adorning walls
where D’Annunzio the Fascist sipped
with ghosts of Wagner, Ibsen, Mendelssohn.

Hot chocolate is the morning choice
with whipped cream on the side I think
“Cioccolato caldo piacere”
Si signore, molto bene!”

Quietly I read the paper
nursing my hot chocolate
wondering if Stendahl sat
writing in this very spot.

Pretty artist in the corner
with pencil she is drawing me
sketching while I read my paper
smiling as I catch her eye.

Maybe one day she’ll be famous
my likeness in a gallery
perhaps I’ll offer her a chocolate
after all she smiled at me.

.

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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6 Responses to 86, via Condotti – Poem #23

  1. toritto says:

    Nico it is then.

    Like

  2. Duncan McEwan says:

    A beautiful memory!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. beetleypete says:

    The feel of the big city, those places of old mention, and timeless charm.
    I felt the same in Les Deux Magots, in Paris. Grossly overcharged for a coffee, so I could try to soak up the spirits of Sartre and Hemingway, as I sipped it slowly.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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