I once met Edith on the boulevard St. Germaine
I was playing the accordion in the hope of getting
enough money for a meal and a bottle of wine.
She sang and many people came, my cap was full
of coins and paper money too. Money is not safe
In my hands after a couple of days dining and
sampling wine I was skint again. Took my cap and
went out into the rain and played my accordion;
remembering her voice. When I opened my eyes
the street was empty, my cap full of rain and Edith
was no more.
