Au Lapin Agile.

Ahhhh Au Lapin Agile,

Speak to me of the poets and artists past,

of all thee that went thru ye doors,

The fights the brawls,

The words of words,

Poets drunk with visions;

Women drunk with desires,

Which in turn,

Turn men into liars,

Booze poured a little too much for some,

Vagabonds wanted to get to inspired,

Didnt happen that way,

Just went away broken and tired,

Others left too much behind trying to find their way,

The wasted life's and nights,

Left a crying,

Stories will live forever in thine walls,

The walls that are ready to whisper,

Only to those with a clue,

Many come and go even to this day,

Most leave empty unless,

They have the keys of poetry,

Written on thee.

Steve H.

Done