notes on traveling (night party outside Toulouse)

Must remember bearded old men with accents
who touch too much and breathe too close
Insist:
     it’s okay sweet thing younggirl I am an artiste

when true artists maybe have no names / hear the aftertaste
difference between artiste and artist. not
just lovers of sunlight on a chair, heavy houses, dim
pianos and respectfully, people / maybe just

curious and lovely / willing to forego men who
touch too much and want the love of a girl
some any girl, exotic tall blond good, any.
just not wife, home mother or disenchanted, fresh
new open or familiar.