Boulevard

It’s Saturday, and the coffee shop

Is overrun with young girls,

And this is not even a school day.

 

It is most confusing, strange.

 

In the background, someone is singing:

Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

 

Balthusian has no broken dreams;

He harbours no dreams at all.

 

All he has is a coffee.

He refuses to notice the young girls;

He studiedly ignores them;  he says,

“They are of no interest to me.”

He pays them absolutely no attention.

 

Don’t kid yourself, Balthusian!

You think more of them, as you ignore them

Than if you recalled them, summoned them

As if from a broken dream,

 

And this

Is not even a boulevard!

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