Old friends

To Nicolas Richard

I am drinking and smoking and talking
with an old friend in his old apartment
His kids are sleeping while the music
crashes silently on the floor
This is a good evening
I can see myself reflected
very small
in the neighbour’s window


One response to “Old friends

  1. Who’s dat old friend of yours, fucker? Hey, by the way, not only the music crashed on the floor. Our minds & souls & shyte too. And not dat silently for dat matter.
    Signé : yr new friend. Love yah el Sebbo. U’re da bestest. djn

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