Cafe Holiday: Poetry

By Jay Bosniak

As an orthopedic surgeon and as a human being, I have been no stranger to turmoil. For me, poetry has been an island of calm in the midst of such unrest, and in today's milieu, it can anchor the spirit and heal deep divides when thoughtfully considered. Into the extremes of our time steps Cafe Holiday, a small book of storied verse. Please, consider it thoughtfully. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Bosniak
• Release date: Sep 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781734473339

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POETRY

CAFÉ HOLIDAY

JAY BOSNIAK

Copyright @ 2020 by Jay Bosniak

Ebook ISBN: 9781734473339

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Cover credits: Capri Porter, Graphic Designs

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Cover art: Jay Bosniak

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Published by Jay Bosniak, W. Long Branch, NJ

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To my parents, David and Ann,

and

to my brother, Murray Eli

Table of Contents

TESTIMONY CHS—1957

ANNIE

MY FATHER

CHILD PSYCHOLOGY

LIFE CHAPTERS

IDENTITY

BALANCE

LOVE STORY

DON JUAN IN LOVE

LAYERS

TO THE LADIES

MARVELOUS

MARRY ME

TEMPTATION

TENSION

SECRETS

EYES

FUN

A CHILD’S CERAMIC

SURVIVORS TALE

PAIN

MONSTERS

RECORD BOOK

ERIC HOFFER

FIVE STARS

AMERICA

FUTURES

ADAM’S RIB

NEW SPEECH

IMPEACHMENT

MARCHING ORDERS

USA

READ ALL ABOUT IT

R.I.P. GEORGE ORWELL

NARRATIVES

THE TRAIN OF LIFE

HELP

DANCE CRAZE

POKER

BASEBALL

WINTER

PAINTING

EULOGY

THE ROAD

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

TESTIMONY CHS—1957

The man doubts. A softness behind baleful, iron-gray eyes,

his only betrayal.

"You’ve stolen this, j’accuse."

Not ever would I need to.

Words summoned, dress process, birth thoughts to cloak minds

anew.

A newborn screams, as life and time beget experience.

ANNIE

Annie was a powerhouse, don’t chu mess

with our house. Guts, brains, body, too,

no double-crossing this broad Jew.

Solid intellect, gifts indeed select, writer,

painter, who could do, whatever asked,

had fortune not deterred her. Abandoned by

her father, high school’s honored dropout

buoyed her family on twelve depression dollars