Nightly Vigil At The Cafe Lupe By Roisin O'Rourke Read By Hank Beukema

What started as a lovely scene written by Roisin O'Rourke became a decade long late night conversation on the Mickey Newbury Back Porch amongst writers and friends. Presented here is the original poem, Nightly Vigil at the Cafe Lupe and a response by Mickey Newbury.


Nightly Vigil At The Cafe Lupe By Roisin O'Rourke

It is dusk.The Cafe is empty
The kerosene lamps yellow glow
Throws shadows against the adobe.
I turn up the chairs on the tables.
Sweep the dirt into a pile by the door
Outside the street is deserted
Except for stoney-eyed horses
shivering with equine fear.
How the land falls away from us!
You stand beside me looking out from under
Your wide hat dreaming of horses.
Your eyes trace the hawks flight
Above the canyons
I lower my eyes against what you know.
Your atavistic knowledge.
When I look back again
Your eyes have turned to stars.

"[Where are the stars? I see only holes.
A light from behind the sky makes it's way through...
touches the Earth and traces the ground until once again
the midnight sun falls quietly over the edge.
You can tell the moon is full, some crazy Cowboy tried to
gun down the wind again this morning.]"
[By Mickey Newbury]

Read in tribute and with respect by Hank Beukema

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[PoetryETrain]

Thank you Hank, this is great, added to a playlist...

[larry moore]

Tonight I was just thinking about how in Sept. it will be ten years since Mickey left us to sing his songs for the Heavenly Angels and God Himself. I've made many friends through Mickey. I'm glad one of them was you, Hank.

Love ya, LL