#lourdes
Alcohol that time
in Lourdes, sneaking
into a bar, while
others walked around
chanting their Aves.
Sitting with a beer
listening to the locals
chat in French. Nurses
from the local nursing
homes, laughing. Es-tu
seul Monsieur? One said.
I made gestures with open
hands, as if to say I don't
know what you are saying.
She smiled, and a Frenchman
near by said Es-tu Anglais?
Yes I am I'm with the Lourdes
group I said. Ah these women,
he said, they are thinking
you are one of their escapees.
I smiled. He laughed gently.
The women looked and laughed.
I supped my beer, looking
over as members of my group
went by. Another beer would
be nice, a glass of scotch, then
back to the coach, back to the
hostel. But time was running
out for alcohol. So I finished
my beer said goodbye to those
nurses and the old guy who spoke.
The nurses smiled. I think they
had a small titter at a lewd joke.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
Forget about London, forget about LA
Or some sunny exotic island you visited last May
And flashback to that winter of young hopeful romance
Of our days strolling around the cobbled streets of France
Key into the Seine, our love sealed by the locks
Feeding bread crumbs to pigeons as they come by the flock
Lourdes's faith and divinity approves of our entwined hearts
Cannes opens its arms for our new united start
But London sticks to your mind
And now you live in LA
Surfing and lying in the open sun
The sunlight is your summer sleigh
Concrete streets and tall palm trees
There's no more chilly winter breeze
And back in France dies our last chance
Didn't you hear? They're removing the locks
They weigh down the bridge, puts people in danger
I guess love can't always last forever
Sometimes the burden becomes too much
And you burn everything that you touch
The time has come to extinguish the flames
And that's the end of our little French game
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC