big town blues (xv) — café noir français

i’m over the metro
there’s no northern rumble
just tasty orange and coffee
dark space delight

weakly hotel hopping
afford & chaseable cheap
desalubrious archaic
arrondissement’s borough yeah

bienvenue identikit architecture
that’s the storey count
that’s the window style the guests to fail
that’s the fence of iron low

that’s the form dictated
ok you can stop transcribing now miss jones
you ceased to exist
ten centuries ago

when jesus walked on ice
and again a while back
when dictaphone went bust
that’s the specie progress