Everyone is going to the ballet..
Vocal Germans and demure Parisians
The coolest Parisienne arrived an hour early to be alone
Nonchalant at her cafe table with a book and smoldering cigarette
I order a champagne at the bar
Surrounded by five waiters as friendly as Italians
White shirt cuffs thoughtless chic
They're kind enough to accept my faltering French
I make him laugh..
Across the street the orchestra is warming up
This is my favorite sound
I find my place under the wild Chagall mural
Looking out at the curtain drawn I sense the centuries
Countless artistic and historical moments
Happening precisely here