I live next to the Metro in Paris 

It overlooks my small apartment 

High above the scruffy streets 

I often watch these elevated trains 

And think of the people in transit 

What do they think of my tired home 

My Blue Piano  

My torn Picasso prints 

My Lebanese girlfriend 

Who enjoys cooking 

In the shade on hot afternoons 

Do they consider me 

The small man with thinning hair 

Who loves watching the trains 

Pass by in both directions