Alphabet City

Just like the girl on the tapes I order un carafe d’eau
hoping it will solve for thirst I have

If I smoked I’d light one now
strike it nonchalant

With just a touch
of distant stare
to show the wheels
still turn

Circumspect to be
less than

I have somewhere to be
so I say I must be going now

Je dois partir maintenant

To you lovers
at your tables
I nod to you
in silent unknowing

Your gaze on my back
falls for far too short
a moment

© Chagall 2013

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