Aux Trois Mailletz

some want to stay

some have to leave

some wait an hour to get in

some need to pee and

they wait for the can-can

some want the beef and the beaujolais

some want the jazz from the musicman

so kick up your feet, clap your hands

at Aux Trois Mailletz

feel Paris’s best

this is the

joie de vivre

 

it’s a small place with red and white

tablecloths and dim candlelight

bonjour, bonjour! madam, monsieur

the Gallic vibe is pure allure

 

I hum “La Vie En Rose”

dum dee dee dee dee dee  dum dee dee dee dee da da dum…

 

three, no, make it— piano player à trois

take turns

entertaining regulars and, voilà—

people that want to be French

one plays “As Time Goes By”

I look at Natalie and nearly cry

we eat a cheese plate

drink a bottle of rouge

the players change

and so, our mood

every tune gets better

and I—

want to be French

 

a woman sits at the piano

and a Chinese lady stands

she sings “I Dreamed A Dream”

it’s like an angel dropped in

on Rue Galande

next she sings “La Bohème”

she warms our crowd

she warms us

the ovation is hot

we all sweat smiles, wet cheers—

happy in this moment caught

and released

 

I hum “La Vie En Rose”

dum dee dee dee dee dee dum dee dee dee dee da da dum…

 

how is he going to make it?

old Monsieur Viagra

with his two Russian call girls

young bleach blonde twins

who gobble up his beef platter

salad and his fruit

he listens to their chatter

and licks his wrinkled lips

how can he keep up?

how can he keep it up?

old Monsieur Viagra pays and the

ménage à trois

head downstairs

to the after hours jazz

 

I hum “La Vie En Rose”

dum dee dee dee dee dee dum dee dee dee dee da da dum…

 

some like it hot

some like it cool

some see it through the

rose-colored glasses

some are young at heart

some old, classique

Trois Mailletz is fantastique

its cups bubble with age-less joy—

tonight our young lips taste Parisian

this wine and jazz soufflé, well eaten

goes late, man

so kick up your feet, clap your hands

at Aux Trois Mailletz

the best comes yet

this is the

joie de vivre

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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