Wait For Paris

I stepped into Paris
With half a pack of cigarettes
And a bottle of rum

Happily drunk
I tipped my hat
Spilling the seaboard 
Onto the sidewalks

Confessing I hadn’t
Walked straight 
Since I met Paris, herself
A woman with less
Beliefs than pocket change

I left suddenly 
Realizing the bars
Had closed and street lights
Were beginning to fade
Along with the night
Sunrise greeted me
Soon after with 
A waitress and a coffee

I wrote until my hands
Fell onto the table
Telling me to wait
For Paris
We walked home
I slipped into bed
And she had left

Reviews

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That was great piece.. It was easy to understand ..hehe ..
this is great for me .. well done :)

[Luke L]

Lovely stuff man. I love the spartan way this is written with little pretense. It's nice to see something more raw like this. Overly wordy and flowery stuff kind of annoys me.

[Emily B]

i hope you find her again

[SteveB]

Ah to be sixteen again, when we dream of Paris. Savor these dreams now. Soon enough they will be replaced.

A very nice write. There is a certain line in particular that were particularly worthy of comment "A woman with less beliefs than pocket change" a fresh image there. Well done.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

it was different and interesting but not for me, i tried to get into it but i couldn't sorry wasn't for me.

[Trevor Jay Bloodworth]

Great! I have a fondness of Paris too. I think that you showed a nice little side of travelling in this poem.

[Nami Machae]

very interesting. I liked the flow of this. Very well written :)

[Ravyne Hawke]

Wow, Tyler! This is amazingly beautiful! I love the personification of Paris and your images just drip on to the page, all gooey and wonderful! You cannot begin to imagine how grateful I am for discovering you and your work here on WC. I sincerely hope you are or you are attempting to get published!