As the Peekskill Patch Poet (and blogger), I thought I would stroll around town and find inspiration in our unique sites and locations. From time to time, I will be posting Peekskill site-specific poems. I hope you enjoy them. Here are two about The Bean Runner Cafe.
Ode to the Bean Runner
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Is it like a rum runner? one poet asks
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as he enters at this space,
(leave it to a writer to search
for odd connections).
The windows connect like rows
of sails about to turn,
tile and wood and colors of the earth run
a river around corners, bright
and bold, a new beginning every day.
Remnants of hairnets and roots whisper on
the patio. Beans brew to the sound of the grind
and the brick walls shimmer with the art
of a mother and child who live above it all.
Two Ladies at the Bean Runner
The ladies at the center table have disappeared.
They left two Pepsi’s, one with lemon, the other plain.
The memory of their bright-colored clothing leaves a trail of light.
Their coats remain. They were last seen heading upstairs
to explore the artist’s loft. Maybe they've disappeared into a painting?
Mary Crescenzo
