Mademoiselle. Chapter two and three.

Mademoiselle..

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

 Chapter two of a three-part tale. 

Mademoiselle.

Gabrielle took my hand and she dragged my away from the hotel. She whispered. We must hurry, the music begin at eight-thirty. We left Miss Leonard standing at the hotel entrance and she held silence. Gabrielle was quiet and she held my hand softly and we walked into the city of London. We arrived at the club and many people, were already waiting. She told me, thank you Johnnie for bringing me here. The bands suppose to be, the best new bands in the city. How long will you stay in London? I asked her. How long are you staying in London? She told me. Two more days and I told her. I am staying two more days. She smiled and she told me. I am glad Johnnie.

I paid the 10 pounds each and we entered into a large room. Seats were on the walls and the stage was in the middle. Gabrielle was smiling and I found something to drink. The first band started to play. I returned to her and she took me the dance floor. The music was very cool. She held me close on the dancefloor and her warm body made me move with her body to the wild music. Each band seem to become better and she took off her shoes. The London kids were moving, jumping and raising cane. We tried to keep up. You couldn’t talk and we drank a lot and we danced till eleven-thirty. It was fun, us and 300 kids, just accepting in the good music and everyone was happy.

We left at eleven-thirty and she held my hand tightly and she told me. This was my best night ever. Thank you Johnnie. I have been in London four days. Needing to have some fun and you made this night so wonderful. Can I see you tomorrow? I asked her. Where and when? what time? She told me, I am busy visiting museums till noon and at two pm, we can meet at the Hyde Park by the Speaker’s corner. I told her. I will be there dear Gabrielle. At the hotel entrance, she kissed both my cheeks and she gave me a small sweet kiss. She told me. Thank you Johnnie for the wonderful night.

I went back to the hotel and I added two more days. I found a tavern nearby. I drank a Irish whiskey and a beer. I was happy to had met Gabrielle. I wasn’t seeking a female in London. I wanted good conversations with the London men and women. I came for the Clash concert. I have learned. The English people knew how to party and I fell in love with the city of London.

I ordered another beer and I returned to my hotel. I liked the pubs in London. The English women loved my high and tight haircut. They would touch my hair and smile. A old man rubbed my head and he told his wife. Always good luck to drink with a American soldier. We laughed.

I awake early and I wandered the city. London is larger than you know. I would wander each day in a different direction. Trying new pubs and trying to find new restaurants to eat in. London was amazing and beautiful. The men were well-dressed and the women. So beautiful in their Summer dresses. I wrote some.

I arrived early at the Hyde park and I read some poetry to the old women, the tourist and the young girls. They were generous and kind. Clapped for me and I would thank them. I found a seat and I listened to the many brave women and men who shared their work. I liked the Speaker’s corner. Had the feel of a ancient place and you could feel the spirits of the dead poets. I liked the music being played in the park. The men and the women played for coin. They were so damn good. 

I saw Gabrielle walking toward me. She was wearing a cotton colorful Summer dress and I adored how she walked. She had the walk of a classy French actress who could steal your heart, if she wanted. I asked myself. Did Hemingway ever fall in love with a French girl? Gabrielle was the first French gal to give me any attention. I liked the Italians girl best till today. In Florence, the Italians girls wanted to talk, dance and laugh. They demanded your attention. I loved Florence. The Florence people were very kind to me.

Gabrielle came to me and she gave me a big hug and she told me. I didn’t think you would come today. I told her. The prettiest girl in London asked me to meet her. Only a foolish man would miss the opportunity to see a beautiful French gal. She laughed at my words and she asked me. What will you do with me today? I smiled and I told her. Your wish is my command Mademoiselle Gabrielle. Tonight I want more music and dance. I want to visit Bethnal Green garden if you are willing. I told her, today the Bethnal Green garden and tonight a large carnival. Suppose to be wild and crazy. Live music and many activities, we can enjoy. If you wish? She smiled and she gave me a quick kiss and she whispered. Thank you Johnnie.

I asked her. Are you hungry and she told me no. We took a taxi to the Bethnal Green garden. It was so alive, so beautiful. Gabrielle danced around to the blooming flowers and displayed of so many perfect roses. We spend two hours roaming the Bethnal Green garden.

We left the Bethnal Green garden at four-thirty. We walked to the carnival and she held my hands tightly. We saw the large carnival from a distance. It was amazing. A large Ferris wheel was in the center. Many oddity shows and rides of so many to do. Gabrielle was almost dancing before we entered the carnival. She hugged me and I loved the smell of the flowers of Spring in her hair and I bought two passes for the rides. We rode every dangerous ride and she would hold me tightly. We roamed the oddity shows and she didn’t like them. She told me. No-one should be paid to be stared at. I adored her kind heart.

Around nine o’clock we found the music. It was Gypsy music. Harp and Violin. Gabrielle stood up and she forced me to my feet. We danced to the lively and wonderful music. I held her close and she whispered. Thank you for this day and this night. We left the carnival at ten pm and she told me. My feet are so sore. We found a place to rest and I told her, please put your feet across my lap. I took off her shoes and I caressed her feet and calves. She whispered. I didn’t know you Americans were so kind and gentle. I told her. Gabrielle, I didn’t know French girls were so sweet.

Coyote

Mademoiselle.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

 Third chapter of a tale. 

Mademoiselle..

Near her hotel as we walked, we heard music being played. Some hard rock and roll loud and so damn good. I asked her. Can you dance? She smiled and she told me. yes Johnnie. I went to my knees and I put her sandals on. Are you ready Gabrielle? She reached over and she gave me a gentle kiss. She told me. Yes, dear sir.

The music was so good. Just rock and roll, raw and good. Everyone was on the dancefloor in the club. We danced till eleven-thirty and we walked slowly to her hotel. At the door of the hotel, she asked me. What do I owe you dear soldier? You saved a lonely French girl from boredom and a slow death. I told her. Just a kiss, just one sweet kiss, the greatest reward I can know. She smiled and she told me. Tomorrow at Hyde park at two pm. She brought me closer and she gave me a big hug and a long sweet kiss. I told her, yes.

I went back to my hotel and I was very happy. I just lost a great love in Germany in the early Spring. Gabrielle, a Summer blessing for me. I have learn, better to have good company than being alone. I expected little, a French girl and a soldier. Two different lives. I left the hotel and I went to the tavern. I drank a double shot of Irish Whiskey and one beer. I told the mirror. This had become a good adventure. I went back to my hotel and I awoke early. I had good dreams of a beautiful French gal.

Today I would wander east. London was kicking at eight am. I found some coffee and some cakes. I watched the morning people. Rushing to work. Many would greed me with a good morning. I wished I brought more film with me. So many ancient places to take photos of. I wanted to remember this vacation.

Time went by quickly and I went to the Hyde Park and I waited for Gabrielle. I saw her in the distance. She walked quickly to me. Her walk, so classy and she looked like a ancient actress. Her hair dancing in the wind, every step perfect and a smile of a angel. She came to me and she hugged me tightly. She told me. Today is our last day in London. What will we do? I told her. I found some Jazz music in the city. The bartender told me, the best Jazz in Europe. She smiled and she told me. I love the jazz music. Makes the hips move and the heart sad. It is kind of cool Johnnie.

I told her. You are right Gabrielle and are you hungry? She told me yes and I want pizza. I told her. London pizza, we will eat. We found a hidden pizza restaurant and she held my hands. I ordered for us and she told me. I have enjoyed my time with you and you made London a event for me to remember. I have enjoyed your company. You have been kind and a gentleman.  Please visit me in my home Senlis. I will show you the real France. Maybe teach you to speak some French. I told her, I have a heavy tongue. Could be a difficult student? The French language is so pretty. She kissed my hands and she told me. Practice makes perfect. Anything worthwhile takes time.

The pizza came loaded with many items. Gabrielle eyes glowed with joy and she enjoyed the pizza. After she finished eating, she told me. Thank you Johnnie for everything.  After the meal, we ordered a bottle of sweet red wines and she talks of her home. We drank the wine slowly and I enjoyed hearing her talk. She asked me. Why don’t you talk of your home? I told her. My home wasn’t so nice. Lived in Detroit, AWOL parent and foster homes. I joined the Army to escape and here I am. After we finished the wine. We walked to the jazz club. It was a quiet walk and I knew she was sad. I was sad also.

We entered the Jazz club, already many people in the Jazz club. We found a seat and I ordered two Tom Collins. The Jazz was sweet and so good. She took me to the dance floor. We moved slow and easy to the comfort of the jazz. The voice of the old singer took you to dark and wonderful places. She whispered to me on the dancefloor. Thank you Johnnie.

We sat down and she handed me a letter. She told me. I wrote the first letter and I expect you to write the second letter. My address is in the letter. I expect a letter, very soon and I want you to visit me in my home. I told her, next month. I have a four day weekend and I will find your city. I look forward to see you again dear Gabrielle. She told me. A promise is a promise soldier. We drank and we danced till eleven-thirty pm. We walked slowly back to her hotel and we talked little. She held my hand tightly and at the hotel. She told me. I like you Johnnie, you made me laugh and in your eyes. I felt safe and beautiful. I expect some letters and a visit. On my next break from College. I can visit you in Germany, if you want? I kissed her once and I kissed her again. I told her. I would be very happy if you visit me in Germany and I will come to your home next month Gabrielle. You are my London sweetheart, I cannot forget.

She smiled and she gave me many kisses and she whispered. A promise is a promise. I gave her my phone number and my address. I watched her escape into the hotel and I told the midnight moon. Thank you for the kind woman and London.

Coyote