Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Same place same time and
All the dull people

Seemingly the same
And you sitting and

Smoking and waiting
And the chatter of

The cafe and the
Music just across the

Way and maybe Jean
Won’t show and you’ll be

Left for another
Day perhaps his wife’s

Not well or it’s too
Risky or maybe

He’s found some other
And you know deep down

It isn’t love at
Least on his part and

He’s never mentioned
The word or shown such

Sentiments maybe
Men don’t maybe it’s

Just a women thing
You think looking at

The bowl of ice cream
Wanting a drink and

His words you are the
Best by far Gigi

The rose of Paris
And he’ll laugh and kiss

Your cheek and expect
You to laugh as well

And later expect
After a few drinks

And a meal at a
Cafe you to spread

Your legs like the wings
Of a bird and take

Flight into the fuck
Of his life all the

Time forgetting his
Vows and his wife and

Thinking now the smoke
From the cigarette

Rising up and you
Watching it knowing

That life goes like that
The gradual slow

Unfolding and bit
By bit going off

And the age thing and
The wrinkles and the

Loss of beauty and
Stiffening of bones

And then who’ll love you
And want to fuck you

And take you out to
The Parisian

Bars or cafes? Live
For the now you muse

Don’t waste your young days.