Black Iced Coffee In The Summer Of Paris { Version Deuxs / L'été En France 2014} Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Black Iced Coffee In The Summer Of Paris { Version Trois / L'été En France 2014} - - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)


Christopher Bean,
coffees best choice,
French dark roast-
L'été fountains warm.
Summer in Paris
freeze-framing Eiffel,
structurally stunning
under the sunlight
her cables shine
like freshly polished
spokes on a bike
heading for the 'Toure de France ',
reflecting victorious glint.
catching the eye of a mademoiselle
as she and her Dolce Gabbana's
watch the movement...into the sunset

''Sur le cours
de la Tournee de France''.

And I thought I'd venture the try-outs this year,
but I left my Great-Basin in Tahoe.
Paris is merely a smaller and dustier
New York City, is all.
But for the jo-jumpin' thirsty,
for dark chilled java
there is nothing, nothing,
nothing as quenching
as the glaciered smack
of black jo on ice
by the banks of Versailles.

[And, suddenly, you shout aloud]:

FOUR-THOUSAND MILES FOR
A SWALLOW OF ICED BLACK COFFEE? ! ! !

Ooooo la, la! ...What be wrong wit'ya, man? !


[Le cafe un apres-midi d'aout chaud en France? ]


So, tell me, mes amour,
just how hot be August
on the corners of Paris, hmmm?

Go spray any black-top
with chilled Perrier;
listen to the sizzle,
watch the boil
of H20,
then see the consequence that blows
grey smoke up your ass-umtive notion
that dark hot-java
in the dead-eyes of summer
be a fatuous choice of imbibment,
that doesen't brew-up a single grind
of common sense.
Or does it?
Crushed ice or cubed
to the power of twelve
ounces or more, and so...
Who says one can't
chill in a splash
of coffee, roasted and black?

[Ques que se cafe chaud es moi, mon ami]?

Me? I loathe hot steaming coffee,
light, dark or black,
it's moot...matters not.
Me, I embellish the swallow
of that bitter-sweet chill,
slapping my uvula
F R O Z E N... and yes-
shocking my throat
with an punch pleasant pour!

Black Iced Java,
French roast grind,
with plenty of sugar
in the Summertime,
ME, and Chris,
Christopher Bean,
imbibing Versailles,
if only a dream,
while kneeling down
on the streets of Brooklyn,
fixing my bike,
for the next Tour deFrance?
And drinking Iced Coffee,
liquid nirvana;
And the quench?

[Et la rafraichissement]?

...........Inexplicable!





©Frank J. Ryan, Jr./ FjR
2015-All Rights Reserved

*Revised May 20th,2017
Reposted May,29th,2017