The Accordion

In the narrow streets he plays
La Vie en Rose
on the accordion
to lovers who cannot
disguise their tears
and broken hearts.
They sit at tables
staring into wine,
waiting for the other
to speak the words
they rather would not hear.
Le garçon watches with
impervious eye,
he has seen it all before,
in a city for lovers
words fall so false,
daydreams are broken
to the strains of
La Vie en Rose.

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Written on 2014-01-22 at 19:58

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A Quebec les larme gel sur les joue, et l'accordionist sacre contre le meteo!
Very bittersweet. You do Tom Waits proud! :-) xox

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent.

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
E'en as thee bell tolls in the great shadows of Notre Dame.
In a last moment reflection she/he sees their own face
receding from a cracked watch crystal.