Poem: "In the cafe there's music"

In the cafe there’s music
And the singer’s singing in French
But something isn’t right.

Inside the cafe there’s warmth
And candles lit
On every table candles lit
But something isn’t right.

Inside the cafe there’s peace
A respite from the street
Like an oasis, even
But something’s just not right.

It’s not right like a table leg that’s too short
Or a body out of stasis
Or the weightlessness of space
Or a crowd of strangers’ faces.

In the cafe there’s music
And the singer’s Alizée
But something’s not OK, OK?
Something’s not OK.