Café Pergolesi
My little corner
engulfed in white walls
hovered over by a white ceiling
is where I find my creativity
A spot only for me
apart but still a part
I can find freedom in my pen
and expression on my paper
A TARDIS in my view
reminds me of every where and every time
I can go
without leaving the protection of my cubby hole
Sounds both known and unknown float by
enhancing without disturbing my brain
and I can float on that melody
till I find that missing word
Yes my little bit of Santa Cruz
that actually works for me
In a crowded tea house
I found my fortress of solitude
January 2, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen
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