Posing

They shake their dusty rugs
Out of 7th floor apartments
Off Avenue de New York

And as the Eiffel tower sneezes
I hide in passage souterrain

Up on the surface
There's an explosion of tourists
Fat and similar

One with a bad t-shirt takes holiday
Snaps of his son
Holding a smoking cigarette
By his lips and an expresso
In his right hand

By Pont de Bir Hakeim
Brando's ghost
Follows another

They wave dirty rugs
Out of apartment
Windows