Le Nouvelle Vage
Le Nouvelle Vage
I’m at my day job, pouring wine,
when a man sidles up beside me
and, with a smile, says my name.
As often happens these days I’m
at a loss to recall him or his name.
His features look familiar to me,
but the rest— it is like trying to
recall that French movie I saw one
Friday afternoon at Cinema Lumière.
The film I recommended to everyone
i knew for its verisimilitude. I think.
Was it Truffault? Jean Renoir? Rohmer?
Was it comedy? Absurdist? Surreal?
Beats me now. So I pour some beer
for the guy and we chat about football.
When I get home he has tweeted our
meeting, says we need to chat more.
I look at his, name, his bio, his avatar.
Was it Truffault? Jean Renoir? Rohmer?
Was it comedy? Absurd? Surreal?