I walked
from bed to bath
down creaking stairs
of a shabby Paris
hotel
Passed passed-out
drunks and on to
Louvre – a sunny day
sun block was
bought
Through the trees and
the park up to the
arc so triumphant
an Italian wanted trade
leather for much needed
petrol; no, no, no
Down towards Seine
through smelly back-ways
I found myself lost
dreaming of riding
bareback to relieve the
pressure upon my feet
so sore
Towards the tower Eiffel
with snakes of fellow
Parisian I join the queue
for Northern lights but
patience ran out quick
I left
Onward and upwards
Trocadero in my grasp
the views not spectacular
but I would not miss them
for the world
Submission to the Metro
line 6 to Etoile
then further out to
Le Defense majestic in
its sight
With hope of rest my
day so ended, RER A back
to Les Halles my friend
no one waited, just the
open window of the
shabby Paris hotel
I stay in
