I'm still cozy

Struggling to sell New York Times
in Paris suburbs
Trying to keep my eyes closes
not to think about the rimes
not to see the  dust
But still


The neon light in Route 66
are still competing with cosy bistro
with dusty pathway


While paining still-life in empty crimes column
I realize how far I was
from Paris
from New York
and from my culture
from cozy

What was it?
But still