it’s summer we

come and go

Christian’s in Norway

Rico’s in Sete

it’s hot in Amsterdam

we’re staying in France

until September

Fête de la Musique

28 years later drinking beer

in the Place Couverte Anduze

Duet playing cover tunes

French meet the Dutch

in the Euro cup tonight

I’m going home after dinner

 

Expert in nothing

or as Cappy would say

jack of all trades

there is no one

I can write for

never has been

I burned my passport

no one is good

we think beyond

our bodies and

we are wrong

the best 

we 

can do

Now

When someone

I know dies

I think man

I’m stuck here

The owl’s back

calling at night

again again again

 

no melody no

tempo no reply

thirty years ago I left New York

since then wandered Europe

learning just enough of the language

to know very little needs to be said