Terminal two Lisbon

Amsterdam by lunch

what changes where

one of those portraits

of some one you don’t know

on a wall in a cafe

could be Lisbon Amsterdam

one of those portraits

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

a daughter in The States

got him to Egypt ignored

his constant calls back

saw him last at the Zeepost

wouldn’t look me in the eye