Terminal two Lisbon

Amsterdam by lunch

what changes where

one of those portraits

of some one you don’t know

on a wall at a cafe

could be Lisbon Amsterdam

one of those portraits

of some one you might

recognise from Lisbon

Amsterdam

 

Saber sold hot dogs

on the Nieuwmarkt

lived across the street

couldn’t read

daughter in The States

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

The Scene

people come

and go

you have a laugh

over a drink

a smoke then

go home read

pass out