So here we are at Les Deux Magots
where people ‘spoke feverishly’ you tell me
as they drank their Pastis or their whiskey
or whatever was fashionable at the time and
they had great arguments about the nothingness
of Nothing. How existential they were. They were!
So then how much has changed? I mean really changed?
Surely not then did these dull and thick tourists inhabit
this place. Did not walk these tiled, tired floors.
I doubt it.
Did Simone piss for a price, or simply piss away the time
with Jean Paul, over nothing, expecting nothing,
nothing between them but air.
09/22/05 , Les Deux Magots, Paris , France