Lost in that I can’t be found

crossing Campo Pequeno

or riding my scooter

toward the Marginal

under the aqueduct

through Praca Espagna

where Marco sold two

Euro bits of hash

and the boys drank

beer all day

or boarding a plane

to our house in Amsterdam

where my Josh White

and Big Bill Broonzy

CDs were it got

to where I felt at home  

it looks like no one

lives here she said

no one does I said