Inspired
Montreal
Poet with no poems
Lover with no love
Driver with no drive
Invisible as you try to be
You leave footprints
wherever you go.
I sat in a cafe in Montreal
Half expecting you to come clink my glass
"To Cohen," you'd say
"To Dylan," I'd say
and both cringe at the cliches
our lives had become.
Instead, I drank alone
and had red wine epiphanies
I forgot my journal
so the wisdom was lost
I flirted with the waiter
who preferred young men.
Poet with no poems
Lover with no love
Driver with no drive
Invisible as you try to be
You leave footprints
wherever you go.
I sat in a cafe in Montreal
Half expecting you to come clink my glass
"To Cohen," you'd say
"To Dylan," I'd say
and both cringe at the cliches
our lives had become.
Instead, I drank alone
and had red wine epiphanies
I forgot my journal
so the wisdom was lost
I flirted with the waiter
who preferred young men.
posted by Leah at
1:17 p.m.
4 Comments:
that is so beautiful it made me gasp.
ps: can i quote that?
that's a wonderful compliment. yes, you can quote.
ps. do you *really* run ~13km every time you work out? that makes me gasp.
well, at least that's the distance the machine tells me - i have no idea how accurate this is, though. but then, i *am* the world's most perfectly developed man after all! http://www.dennisbweis.com/bioimages/image009.jpg
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