It was a hot afternoon
I had finished my work
And decided to cool off
In the Rex Bleu Rex
A double bill was advertised
L’ Etranger and L’ Etranger
The cinema was empty
Save for the regular lovers
I slumped into my usual seat
And drank iced water
Touched with lime
Sleep overcame me
As I was exhausted
When I awoke
The lovers were gone
I was quite alone
The screen was grey
And the auditorium half hidden
I stumbled towards the exit
And slid into the early evening light
How refreshing it was to taste
The soft southerly breeze
I saw the regular lovers again
Sharing a coke in Bar Spain
This is an unfinished poem