So there I was having a scone at Sherman's...like I have done on and off for a decade, when I hear someone say : "Hey, I hear you are closing." I asked the counterman, and he said today--Sunday Sept 14, 2014 was the last day of the Sherman Cafe. I guess it wasn't making money--and the owner decided to close it. They are going to morph into a somewhat tony ice cream shop--that will probably fit the high end image the hip and new square will affect in the coming months and years. It was a great cafe-- I have interviewed many local and national writers and artists there like Hugh Fox, Ethan Gilsdorf, Afaa Michael Weaver, too many to name. I also reveled in their oatmeal/cherry scone...it made rare appearances as of late. I also composed many a poem there. This fateful morning I was having breakfast with my old friend Jennifer Matthews--who is relocating to another part of the state, and who I just finished a music,poetry collaboration with. So parting is such sweet/sorrow.. Here is a poem I wrote at the said cafe some years ago--hope you enjoy:
Modern Lovers: Sherman Cafe-Memorial Day-Somerville, Mass.
Lovers
joined at the hip...
they sit.
Across the small table
hand on his mouse
the other on
the folds of her
draping blouse.
He sends an amorous
message
to the inbox
of her wireless
beating heart--
And says the very
same things,
lovers have
always said,
from the start.
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