LOST IN PARIS

I remember those chairs

Old Parisian men drinking wine

Or dark coffee

I traveled from New York to Belgium

Then a train to Paris

Rocking and rolling along the beautiful

Farmlands and villages between the two locations

All along the way with suite case and

Carrying blue and yellow sneaker roller skates

Over my shoulder

          How I love to roller skate

I traveled with nine other want a be models

All hoping and praying to make it big

Each day was another adventure

All of us going in different directions

From the flat we rented for the month

On one afternoon, I set out in my roller skates

Not knowing the streets of Paris, but yet

Usually having a good sense of direction

I set off to explore the neighborhood

I found myself going around in circles

In front of those chairs in that café,

And on each revolution

The men applauded me

For I was jiggling all over

          Because I was lost on the cobblestones of Paris