“And the last bus
Comes letting dark
Umbrella’s out –
Black flowers, black flowers.
And lives go on.”
(Donald Justice in his wall poem Bus Stop)
Seraing (B)
The leopard has been laid down
Dead-end street
Rockers filled with fantasy
Looking for the cook
“I went into a restaurant
Lookin’ for the cook
I told them I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
“Could you please make that crepe”
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin’ fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat”
(Bob Dylan in Bob Dylan’s 115th dream)
Seraing (B)