Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Loneliest Guy in Town.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Loneliest Guy in Town.


dedicato. Leon Watkins.




...A Song. Like Ain't Misbehavin…




MAYBE SHE-LL CALL me,
Call-collect!
Maybe she-ll WEAR
that red dress, next!
Maybe she-ll drop dat SMIRK,
dat killer-smile
for the loneliest Dude,
this side of downtown.


Maybe she-ll pick a WINNER
some Cat don-t skin-her,
satin dress, stockings
up to her CHIN,
who I-ve adored,
a Queen Astarte WHORE
loved by the loneliest Kid U know.


Your Taxi ride beats a REFUGEE
every time the meter stings!
An helter-skelter, there-s no god=damn shelter,
sometimes LOVE cold wind blows!


CAN U BELIEVE IT
a cafe neon, late nite, like my heart
flashes, staccato ON and OFF,
can-t kill that LONELY,
if she would only,
for the loneliest guy in town...




c2019, davedelacroix, white hart pub, truro, cornwall, u.k.