Café La Poesía from the short story collection Café Chronicles is the corner of Chile and Bolivar in Buenos Aires. It is, quite frankly, one of my favorite cafés in the world. I think because of the name, I imagine people to be there writing every day, all day. Like other cafés in Buenos Aires, there is never any reason to leave. The wonderful coffee and croissants in the morning. I don’t know, maybe it is sacrilege, but I tend to get croissants with ham and cheese. It makes me happy.
In general, La Poesía is a dark place with beautiful heavy wood all over the café, but there are window seats with plenty of light where I would sit and read or write. I had the custom of going for a few hours in the morning and then coming back later in the day for an afternoon pick-me-up. I never went there at night, but I probably should have. 
The staff was always attentive yet respectful. Generally, they wouldn’t come over to bother you while you were working but seemed to always check and would quickly appear when needed.
The short story associated with this café was inspired by the woman sitting at the table in front of me. She had her back to me, but I could see she had words tattooed on her body. The other woman mentioned in the piece was purely fictional. Whenever I think about tattoos, I try to think of something that I would want for the rest of my life. However, I learned at an early age that the only constant in my life was change. Anything I like this week will certainly change before the ink dries. I’m like a regret machine.
If I were to open a café, this is exactly the type of place I would want, a laid-back café with great service that is open for coffee early in the morning and open for wine late at night.
You can read the short story written in La Poesía in Café Chronicles, available on Amazon for your Kindle.
Henry James Morello 