bertrude's dream((((((((((())))))))))))))))))

it was a brunchy hour and i was at a place that had the class of teller's in lorenzo, however it was smaller and more eurosmooth in terms of the clientele- there was a soft hazy jazz drifting over me and i was at the bar rapping with all these glamorous people and wondering when i would see you as i knew you must b working dear. and though it was early i was cozed in a big delicious glass of suave oaky red wine and i kept looking into it and entering dream upon reverie and somehow imagining what it would b like if i was to hav tears tumbling into my glass . a nice fellow and his girlfriend were talking to me and smiling but i think i was just barely able to keep smiling until he said " hanz?" " yeah," i said and smiled. his girl was lovely and they were both darkhaired italian looking spanish types. i might hav askd for a glass of ice water you know me. there might hav been a macchiato drifting somewhere in the picture there were mexican garreteros bussing tables everywhere smiling in their white shirts and black ties pants and shoes and everyone was lighthearted and then you came out of the back from near behind the bar and you were carrying a large tray of peoples' brunch dreams come true and in a beige headband around your auburn hair that made you look like an angel . i was overcome with feelings and i thought you were so beautiful i couldnt even talk to you. it was as though we knew each other but i didnt know what you would do if you saw me would you come up to me and kiss me and hav a drink of my wine - could you b getting off work and we could hav mimosas and omelettes and fruit- pineapple strawberries pear and oranges and dont forget the grapes/////////i ordered more wine and i was rapping with all these gorgeous socialites of the breakfast realm but you are the dreamiest my dreamsy sweet dream***********************

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