3:00 AM

I feel a train running through me,
a pulsing in my ears
a shaking of my bones -
I get up.
It is 3AM.
I feed Lily and Sammy, and while
standing in the kitchen
I hear the distant freight train outside.

I go to my studio and turn on Radio Classique en Francais.
The announcers speak much faster than my French teachers ever did.
Still, I swoon.
The language is sexy and delicious,
like chocolate -
my radio is a chocolate passport to Paris.

Unlike the French
I do not drink wine -
I drink seltzer. The Jewish champagne
bubbles dance on my tongue.

The train has passed, the radio
is playing Debussy or is it Ravel.
Au revoir, mes amis.