A rhapsody in a thousand fugues ,fantasy,
that never has time ,comedy ,
an american in Paris ,parody ,
lonely traveler and seducer ,
the port of Amsterdam , bluish night
old continent ,crazy years ,
burns its punk hardness
for a battle dress ...
On the quays the portraitist is gone
the river loses itself in berry shades,
kiss in the marble of ancient nostalgia
rhapsody in the blues ,soft divorce from life
sax solo in the gutter ,all adrift ...
You were wearing a blue dress when we meet
in front of an cup of cappucino
drawing an intrigue on your lips ,
everything ends between Roissy and New york city ...
A old ramshackle piano plays summertime for us
marine turning rainbow in my head ,
the cliffs of Dover courting the low tide ,
leaving a salt footprint all the way
to the beach of Miami ...
At Heathrow I \'m going to fly
in the azure of a steely sky
and landing in a inspired blue flowers solo...