Grimaldi.

Grimaldi

Here in the cafe
secrets of the world
hidden throughout the earth
locked away
by the high classes
away
hard
yet those who seek
learning the tongues of men
will find
the keys to truth
the smell of coffee
awakening
the till speaks
as music plays
people need to eat
step inside from the rain

Underneath four our heads
the spinning proppelor on the ceiling
across the road short change
arabs are cousins to the jews
mysteries of spain
security
priceless artifacts
send out the children of socrates
the truth i can taste
life in the tea
and see inside
the spotted jaguar salt
and finally black
the cross turning round and round
in the face of a shiny spoon
will it spin forever
or do i have to leave
spinning black
a cross
for is such
a soothing
sight to
gaze into
it zaps me calm
like i have been struck
clean
with peace
right between
the eyes