OUR MAN in EUROPE/dave delacroix/Part 20: Bela

Part 20:  Bela

(an October morning in Montmartre)

At the Cafe des Amis, already into 3 "cafe au laits" and 2 large beers (here comes the Sun), Paris awakens, furtive, indecisive, hollow in limbs, the infrequent traffic tires...rumble across ancient cobble stones; my tired mind, busy, trying to decide what shade of "hangover"...it will wear.

I'm quite alone, here; situ side-walk cafe. The surrounding empty tables...like large Lily pads, awaiting the rain of the Day's commerce.
Still; Paris - at All hours - is on full fashionista-Alert-parade!

Pussy, Pussy every where...but not a drop to drink.

Leastways, it's how this morning's light catches me, dressed - head to toe - in BLACK (hat, leater jacket, etc) sitting, quite lonesome...like Bela Lugosi, like an old Vampire...on the last day of his 54th year (on God's good Earth), berethed (spell?) of (seems like) love, friendship, companionship, aneamic in a blood bank of Life...

WHOA, DUDE!
(Heavy)

But the clock of a nearby church (Sacre Coeur, probably) kicks in...and a nearby Inter-net Cafe awaits my presence;

I fold my Wings.

There's a punchline within my grasp, here, somewhere. But for the life of me...I just cannot find it!...


c. 2010. paris/in france mucker/davedelacroix/our man in europe