Gallic troubadour wears a red headband,
sings English songs in his heavy voice,
sits on a folding chair on the Promenade des Anglais,
his guitar slightly out of tune, "Nowhere man
please listen, you don't know what you're missing"
while Tom and Tracy, fresh from their wedding,
their bags back in the Hotel Paradis, after
sweating through the heat of the day, now coolly
stand hand-in-hand among the crowd
in early evening celebrating Bastille Day
as the threat of rain cascades over the suddenly
awakened waters. Nearby,
a small, Tunisian man climbs into the cab of his truck,
aims it toward the beach.