Cafe Rouge (Part 1)

"Is there a cafe around here" I asked
some bobbies (after taking a picture of them)
They said "Cafe Rouge "it's French."
So here I am
Out of my element
I wonder if Shakespere were alive might I
run into him in this place
Earlier on today I went past his playhouse
Where did the old bard hang out?
Here in this city, London
There lacks no inspiration
I am not overwhelmed or under
It's a nice change from Canada
The voices, the people, the places
Unfamiliar, but also familiar
Perhaps in a past life I lived here
This poem was taken from my blog "the chronicles of jeff w godin"