Boulevard Saint Michele,

The buskers saxophone breaks the bruhaha of a warm afternoon

Releasing images like leaves carried on the breeze in autumn

New York streets,

Jazz in the afternoon, Miles

Abstract impressionism, Jackson

Gaits animated by blues, gospel soul

Sam and Marvin sung like angels but died like dogs

John blew

Painters lived to paint and painted to live

Roy read comics and Andy drew

Jasper found stuff

While Allen howled

Gare de Nord  Paris

Jacques a arrive a Paris

Where Johnny and Silvie met

And Jim rests still

Serge announced his love a tout le monde

And at Pere Lachaise a little sparrow fell to terrre

While Charles sang on and on and on

And Bridgette pouted

In good old London Town

Martin was at the singers club while someone played the spoons

Peter discovered snap crackle and particularly pop

Marcel talked on the TV a language that nobody understood

Jimi flew in and started to make out

Cyril looked like an accountant but played harp as a bluesman

While R&B wannabes left their council estates, project housing, HLM,s

Mick posed, pouted, postured

And at the cavern yeah yeah yeah

Elsewhere

While Scott found flowers for his latest hairstyle

Little boys lost, lost themselves in North Africa

Whole days were spent in ‘contemplation’ in cheap Asian hotel rooms

Reading William randomly when lucidity allowed or while eating lunch 

In a café on a dusty street in Paris France Jean Paul occupied the only table and talked of philosophy

Francois and Jean-Luc made films that mystified and mesmerised the paperback generation  

Otis sat and looked on from a place beyond the clouds

While Bob growled and Joan sang

And Elvis was still the king 

And as the tourists swarmed round Notre Dame

The saxophone ceased

The leaves falling to the growing or carried away in the wind.

Each leaf an image a name a life a hope

Some with us still some forgotten some never known

©LawRouge