Some people, in the dull yellow
light of the mètro, the
glass bottle of coke, rolling
hitting the wall at every
stop
with un petit piece s’il vous plaît
un ticket resto, still
look beautiful
and go home
to empty apartments.
Posted in poetry, tagged apartments, beautiful, metro on March 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Some people, in the dull yellow
light of the mètro, the
glass bottle of coke, rolling
hitting the wall at every
stop
with un petit piece s’il vous plaît
un ticket resto, still
look beautiful
and go home
to empty apartments.