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