Shining Stories by Vel Burkowski: #63 RIMBAUD'S GHOST

That is, until I noticed the book she was reading. It was a collection of the poems of Arthur Rimbaud in English, the exact book I myself owned and had brought to Paris. Many rock devotees profess a love for Rimbaud's wild, .... Her boyfriend, Charles, shook my hand, wanted to know my hotel, have dinner later, be friends. The poor guy didn't really know what was going on. My intention had been to follow her to her hotel, book a room, entertain the hell out of her; ...