You my father I must be far away
you wished us better things
cursed yourself with children
remembered we saw Jesus
on the Appalachian trail
taught me to laugh as you laughed
I'm cold
but
I'm sweating
Jeff’s in Amsterdam
Al’s in Portugal
I’m in France
dark early
Christ they say
was born thousands
of years ago
so we drink
and eat too much
I know this road
but driving in this fog
anything could happen
Terminal two Lisbon
Amsterdam by lunch
one of those portraits
of some one you don’t know
on a wall in a cafe
could be Lisbon Amsterdam
of some one you might
recognize from Lisbon
Amsterdam
Saber sold hot dogs
on the Nieuwmarkt
lived across the street
couldn’t read
a little guy who brawled
in the red light bars
got him to Egypt ignored
his constant calls back
saw him last at the Zeepost
wouldn’t look me in the eye
people come
and go
you have a laugh
over a drink
a smoke then
go home read
pass out
