Tu est la, Jean? ... Toujours.

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You
pulled
in

off
the road

To find
me
in my
restaurant

I
fed
you
your
dinner

Then
we'd

go to
this
hotel

Where you
would
go to sleep
while

I watched
music tv
and
you

until
you woke
at dawn

to
leave
again

Now
it's neon
glows
to taunt me
every evening
at twilight

Emanating
from
across
the
tracks

When I
draw
the blinds

nightly
in
my mother's
house

It's
time
for you
to
return