Meeting Juliette Gréco in bed in the afternoon with Miles Davis In a cheap hotel on Saint-Germain Seeing them later in love at the Club Tabou A ghost of New Orleans Juliette dances with Miles' trumpet Miles and miles and miles of Miles Davis Echoes around the room With Juliette sobbing and moaning the verses A funeral of sublime passion "I didn't know he was black," she said "I don't know why, I just didn't And when I discovered he was black I just cried and cried" Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz "So why didn't you sing this song Juliette?" I said "I can't," Juliette said, "I only sing in French"