Memory in Blue
Gitanes dredge up old memory of cigarettes
blue pack and caramel smelling
with chestnuts roasted and coffee
tulips and cute gendarmes ever so
helpful to a girl with waist length hair in long
maxi coat big blue eyes and fingerless mittens
Gitanes will always be late grey afternoons
drinking pastis surreptitiously eyeing all the
cool and confident people but going back
alone to a cold peeling wall papered room in
Rue Monsieur le Prince because of shyness
and as her mother would say melancholia and nerves
Crepes Molyneux small bunches of violets
turkish toilets were all new to her
she loved it all and she loved it all too much
she had to start over somewhere else
Gitanes dredge up old memory of cigarettes
blue pack and caramel smelling
with chestnuts roasted and coffee
tulips and cute gendarmes ever so
helpful to a girl with waist length hair in long
maxi coat big blue eyes and fingerless mittens
Gitanes will always be late grey afternoons
drinking pastis surreptitiously eyeing all the
cool and confident people but going back
alone to a cold peeling wall papered room in
Rue Monsieur le Prince because of shyness
and as her mother would say melancholia and nerves
Crepes Molyneux small bunches of violets
turkish toilets were all new to her
she loved it all and she loved it all too much
she had to start over somewhere else
This is such a good description of that type of life. It just sings to me I love it.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks Pam.It's such an old song I can hardly remember the words.
ReplyDeleteI recognize the tune, but your version is more delicate.
ReplyDeleteAnd so delicately put Madame!
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