Here i sit alone in thought

often so quiet and peaceful

yet tonight, i sit and smile...

as i listen to the old Italian lady

from the coffee shop,

shouting at her staff with such firm

authority. 

Then Silence once again.

I drift off in thought 

along with the still waters of this canal

my daydreams rudely awakened 

by the sound of an old Italian lady

as she bellows out her off key Oprah and clatters her pots.

A man paints by the side of me,

people return from work to their apartments

shops close at the end of the day

and here i am...just sitting.

I sip my coffee and demolish

the most gorgeous lasagne i have ever tasted

and think to myself...

i'd marry this old Italian lady if she didn't sing so much.