Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ZENITH No. 8: "Goodnight, Irene."
When it WASN'T fun anymore?
When I went Left, and U went Right?
When YOU said "Yes", and I said,
maybe, or maybe I said "No", or
"No big deal"? -just a strange encounter
in some airport, railroad station
or at a bus stop in St. Germaine Du Pre;
it was raining?
The GODS make fools of us all:
This restaurant,
this cafe; and
this patio, over-looking the Seine
where Apollinaire once walked,
wounded, and drank a Pastis?
When it wasn't fun anymore?
I looked into the slits of your eyes?
And I self-deceived; when it wasn't
fun anymore.
Irene? -goodnight.
Irene? -goodnight.
Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene;
I'll see U in my dreams...
c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia.
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