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 he brawled
in the red light bars
got him to Egypt
ignored his constant calls
saw him last at the Zeepost
wouldn’t look me in the eye
