Our Man in Europe: Part 49: Saint Somebody

Part 49:   Saint Somebody

In the sometimes fog of travel, Osnabrück, Deutschland, busking on the street in the shadow of that - city landmark - Catholic church, Saint Somebody`s...North or South (East or West) of the town`s main pedestrian drag, the "fussgangerzone...two tall German-Russian (?) lithe & raven haired girls...all dressed in black (....am waiting for that inter-net-Facebook connection!...) patronize my street action, 2 evenings in a row...!

"I just vant to dance!" sez one; drop dead gorgeous.

"Me too!" sez I.

NO! REALLY!!!...Meee too!...(lol)

(Me. Who hasnt washed in 2 days. Hair shampoo? A 5 day distant memory....and a "wheelie-bag" choked with old laundry; self esteem? -At an all time low...)

The girls take pictures with their "handies", cam-corder action, etc., whilst GYRATING to my song, FIRE EXIT...on spandex clad legs that rise to their necks!.....Jeeze -Can we at least meet in the next Life?
(Even Atilla the Hun gets lonely...)

...And... sat there... crossed legged on the church`s expansive pigeon soiled forecourt, guitar semi-busted/but functioning, I look UP to these black clad Amazons...who clearly love my action in the pre-Easter sun, radiating...and can only strum and sing and observe...divinities metallic silhouettes, GA-GA gyrating at my guitar plectrum`s command.

I might add, inwardly, I recall panting like a deviant dog...and pining like only a Poet can!

But, alas! The late afternoon sun, bleating, the World, the Day, the evening, soon to be night, dances by... as is it`s Will...and cogs turn, wheels spindle, Life`s blood flows, whilst hands once clasped, soon release, a kiss, a chill;  amidst a carnival of music, soon to fade; a grape`s burst of Life.

I must go North, to Hanover: "Sofort!"

c. 2011/our man in europe/dave delacroix/Borsum, bei Hildersheim.