Cafe de Tacuba

Cafe de Tacuba

Smiling dark-suited young men
congregate around the elaborate
lectern, eyeing the guests
to determine–or not–their
appropriate places in this
rarified gustatory paradise,
as white-uniformed meseras,
resembling nurses from the 1950s,
flit about under the arches,
the oversized ribbons in their hair
like the wings of earthly angels
as they serve the antojitos
and then whisk the plates away.
And the subjects of the portraits
that adorn every wall gloat
over their success in securing
their permanent regular tables.

Copyright 2016
T. Allen Culpepper