Great Zeus, with antique Majesty, completed Earth as planned.
To celebrate its end, he built a caf' on Danish land.
He used his name and status as a god to bless the place.
To give it life and atmosphere he chose an artist from the human race.
With ornamental artistry and intricate design,
This artist crafted-coloured-dipped-and-dabbed a work sublime.
But his sacrificial love for Beauty drove him to declare:
"I can not call this 'Café Zeus': 'tis common and I sware, sounds bare"!
So menu card, address and sign displayed in ink his name.
Because this angered Zeus, at night the furious Furies came,
From whom, with fatal wound, the artist fled for life around the room,
And splashed the place with blood – the lack of which brought him eternal doom!
Next day fair Zeus as shining light descended down on Earth,
And saw to his surprise and sorrowed heart he'd slain one royal from birth;
Now blue was seen 'most everywhere, lit up a splendid scene:
With tables laid in blue, not white, and bowery flowers graced forever green.
"Of course, I should have known", sobbed Zeus, "That blue blood flowed in him;
With precious ink from vein of pen he spoke in fine lines thin."
And thus, Zeus added warm gold tear drops, and as mortal blood be red,
He kept changed name unchanged for he had killed not man but artist-royal, instead!
If you believe this tale,
Love divine foods as well,
Come dine at Restaurant Wiinblad!
Hotel D'Angleterre
Kongens Nytorv 34P.O. Boks 3044,
Copenhagen, Kobenhavn 1450
Denmark
+45 3337 0100
From Copenhagen 32 Poems: Cafes, bars and restaurants
By John Lambert Harman
Buy book: http://www.copenhagen32poems.com
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