Cafe Nostalgia

Cafe Nostalgia

It’s just another Sunday morning in Southport, 
Carpe Diem is what I was taught, 
I’m rolling solo in the Uni-qlo polo,
Café Nostalgia on Lord Street, 
Time to catch up on what happened in the week, 
Sun is shining so I got on my shades, 
Pencil line beard with the blended fade, 
Waitress serves me like Wimbledon, 
She got me drooling like a Simpleton,
You look so good in this venue, 
So I ordered something off the menu, 
A Tuna Melt with a dash of mayo,
Washed down with a double shot of espresso, 
A few seats away, sat this blonde with the Caramel Latte, 
I dropped my shades and had a little glance, 
She was eating that bread that comes from France, 
She was at alone and the table was for two, 
So I looked at myself and thought what to do, 
I learnt in a film called we bought a zoo, 
All you need is 20 seconds of insane bravery, 
And something beautiful will happen trust me,
So I made my move, stepped to her like I was in the groove, 
Would you mind if I join you, coz in this area I’m kind of new
In the shop it was just us two, 
She was dressed in a pair of converse, and slim fit jeans, 
Long sleeved crop top showing off her tummy if you know what I mean, 
Slim trim abs got that appeal, kind of girl that would go halves on the bill,
I asked her if she wanted another round, 
Because the last shot I just downed, 
She truly obliged, another caramel latte is what she replied, 
I ordered a hot chocolate and a slice of cheese cake, 
After all last impressions is what I’m trying to make, 
Discussion was minimal, kept it on point like a decimal, 
For once I chose to listen rather than interrupt, 
I got a habit of butting in and sounding abrupt, 
Breakfast turned to Lunch, 
Shop started getting busy as people formed a queue, 
And that was my cue to leave, so we agreed, 
It was nice meeting you some nice downtime,
It would be good to do this again sometime 
I began to fidget, as I asked her for the digits, 
It started with 07, as I got all 11, 
See it all started it with a latte, 
And that’s the story of a blonde in the café,

Abdulicious 2014

Refreshment is the theme of the week and I found this refreshing to write to be honest. If you're not aware of my style of writing, well it's Street & Sweet. Since moving to Southport I have had to make things interesting for myself. I love spending Sundays visiting tea rooms and coffee shops. I like to visit shops that have a funky name. This time I visited Nostalgia Tea Rooms on Lord Street, a classic layout, as I am fairly new to the area I have to make new friends myself. 

The waitress was cute I must admit but it's Sunday morning, you have to take the time and place into consideration, I cant just start hitting on her straight away. I made light conversation with her and ordered a tuna melt and some espresso. Got talking to her about how small Southport is and coming from a city like London it is something that takes a while to get used to. So I sat down and started reading the paper for a while. 

It was a quiet morning. I was the only guy in the shop until this eloquent blonde walked in. I gave it 15 minutes and thought to myself, I am sat here alone and she is the only other person in the shop on a Sunday morning. It’s quite refreshing talking to someone who does not have a hangover on a Sunday morning. And that’s how the poem came about. 

It takes guts walking over to a total stranger and making conversation but nothing ventured the nothing gained. My focus from July is to meet new people I have been here since April and I have realised friendship is something you have to make it does not come just like that. 

Until next week have a good week ahead. A refreshing drink with a refreshing girl is not a bad way to end the week.

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Space

by Abdul Dawood (Abdulicious)

The Space we create

This is my space, that is your space,

We separate our sides via the show lace,

But that was then when we were ten,

Balling on a budget, love hearts in the sand

Till the kids decide to smudge it,

Now we want our place, our personal space,

So we look at the mortgage rates,

But we are not quite there given our financial state,

So that is a wrong move, log on to Right Move,

See your face, as we look to rent a space,

Pine wood doors, marble floors,

It's all yours, doing the chores, now we built a foundation

Like all 4’s, See this is the space we create,

Now we deviate, from the old space to the new space,

And every months she wants her own space menstruation,

And we get cross with each other like a Christian,

I need some breathing space See, so I take her space on the settee

Kicked out the bedroom, until her cycle stops,

Got 1 eye on the calendar like a Cyclops,

See that is when we make love faces, make love spaces,

My heart races, and then its back to basics,

I then get audacious, and move the furniture to make it more spacious,

That’s when you get ferocious, and get it poppin like Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,

See our space could have turned out different, 

Could be sleeping on a bench in the park,

Or in a cardboard box my palace in the dark,

Sometimes I end up in the dog house when I bark,

Or if I over step the mark, it gives me space to rediscover that spark, 

 

Abdulicious 2014 

This is my first time writing for the Dead Good Blog. I focused on the theme which was space. I mean we all need space sometimes time away from wife, girlfriend, work, friends and family and just need our space to be alone. And I decided to cover that in the poem. Sometimes we need space for a good reason e.g. it can be when we watch our son or daughter take their first steps towards us, or when we create a space for our first child's room it must be an amazing feeling. You could even move into a bad space like one with noisy neighbours, mice and other vermin. Space is so spacious there are countless ways I can determine space. But I feel I have covered a lot of space in my first blog. Please do leave your thoughts on my space. Which is the place below which is marked comments. I don’t actually have a Myspace page. 

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