Rosalie

Paintings are my scene, museums have a lonely grace, sometimes you hear screams, stare at a catalogue tome, quality that's not great, face redder than a boat, the world gives us steam, not just a summer palace, gas fired winter dreams, how often do I drone. hoping for you to relate, the breadth of our zones, you are like Monet, before his great fame, silent fountain sunlit lake, unshaven waiters moan, bring cognac to our table wanting this cafe' to close, sling my jewelled frame.

Queen

In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea I watch the green eevening, let the anchor bones, carry him from me, as far as Davy Jones, tarry blonde all wispy day, tide like a coming enemy, another one walks away, shadows make the zones, where we sailed to be free, play on echoing bones, dawn brings falling rain, pockets suddenly empty, in mist the sad causeway, I'll keep the dusty tomes, love gone down the quays. will ressurect my fortune serve 'till eternity,

Paislee

Say nothing is any good, suffer like your mother, sat in some wretched club, outside the Cafe' Du line, it’s a perfect love, sunny evenings just fine, kids are the fatherhood, overseen by their brothers, is yours in trouble, served by keeping time, knowing what if you must, anothe glass of wine, you know how to scrub, life between the covers, do what you always should, think you’re best at guile, than others behind the shutters, Ray Bans pushed a little higher, will it bring you closer ?

Ophelia

In days of autumn's wire, night rides black and cold, stars fall down like ice, no matter what we sing, the wind is fierce and bold, knows which bells to ring, love is juxt desire, if we're not at home, blows flame across our fire, our cries recall something, lost on mobile ‘phones, wanting substance anything, absence asks what we renqire, to say if we're alone, what we need to aspire, in this yellow evening, our wanting to atone, in any way stop feeling, what's written on a board.

Natalie

Here's a thing for you, you who always come first, with all your jiggery doo, you’re not enough born, to rage against my thirst, when feelings get torn, the sea is deep blue, you've no time for mirth, home is not a Bayou, by book or by 'phone, your trail is well versed, to know how you're doing, try again slice the moon, pull away and swear, your eyes like fish glue. pass a drive in cafe', where all debt's squared, your stars are never true, divine the easy air.

Maria

Smoking a cigarette, an old friend's face appears, laughing not lonely yet, geese rise and sail, ride the wind without fear, i knew her from jail, snow blanket around our heads, she always brought cheer, a calming voice steady step open colours of her face, anyone could go near, she acted with even grace, whenever there were threats, her eyes shining clear, she'd absorb any dread, a woman who enjoyed fame, blew flame across fear, made a miracle of each day, then disappeared.

Lucy

We stand by unlit lamps, a tree, a bridge, shaking, waiting here like tramps, if there's kindness to share, red lips white faced, gi' us some pennies spare, remember that posh sap, wine shipped secret champagne, who wanted us to unwrap, his stories of dockside snares, cargo ships and freighters, dark rooms without care, we can be happy she snaps, watching the rain, track down some warm path, you won't hear me swear, say straighten up our game, ask how much we dare, shuffle what remains.