The woman who runs
The place at Shakes. Nußdorf.
How often did my uncle Tony
Mention Nußdorf when he
Worked at the DBB?
All the time
As if this place was a giant magnet
Drawing every traveler into its
Hospitable spider net.
Now it’s Shakes –
Used to be a nightclub
But perhaps it did not draw enough
So it opened its doors as a café and
Pub at daytime.
I visited the place on the square
Solely for their Murauer draft beer
The one I have developed a taste for.
Since I’ve tasted it at a small pub
Sited near a trail to the Viennese Woods
Along the pretty Liesingtal.
As from then I’ve become
A fan of it
Especially conversing with Sharka
The red-haired woman –
A waitress and cook serving drinks
And fast foods.
“Most people who have not much
Money only have drinks” she states
Leaning on the soft back of a seat
A talkative person
Wide awake and street wise
She talks continually
Until I have finished two large drafts
And finally adding a small one too.
Never before I had that quantity
Of draft beer past lunchtime
But it worked well with my
Mondseer cheese sandwich
I had eaten before.
It’s amazing how easily I have
Learned to talk to a woman again
In spite of profession or talents
That only become obvious during
Of words and language.
I am thinking of my Check friends
From South Africa and what they
Might be up to in the city of
Waiting for my bus.
Calling it in for the day.