At Les Ambassadeurs by Bob Atkinson

At Les Ambassadeurs

(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

she threw her hand into the air

a folly someone said

how she could show such emotion

with everybody sitting there

the concert orchestra

played its impulsive tunes again

nothing staid, traditional

new songs created just for them

she stood there as if in a trance
not resisting the room's vibrations

hip moving timed with the music

to her romantic mood, ankle twisting

inside the Hotel de Crillon

a Cafe' Concert was proclaimed

an informal place of song and dance

entertainment for a weeknight's game

sitting with those friends who came

to banter freely within the frame

of those independent ideas

at least that which propriety tamed

tonight Bruant would woo the crowd

give them food for thought

entertainment at its height

song and comedy brought

brought to the people

of Paris' alluring central zone

to be given smiles and laughter

from that red wrapped clown

sliced through the center

by the River Seine

the city of bright lights

throbbed with tunes again

nightlife at Ambassadeurs

brought pleasure of the mind

and gave a destination

to those wishing basal fun

with streets of cobblestone

this city of tapping feet

gathered the rich and famous

on weeknights to meet

for laughter and informal thoughts

for friends and new friends to be

and those who pushed the boundaries

of the arts so wild and gently