Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Out By The Equator

Out by the Equator
there’s one o’ those places
all ex-pats go.

Crowded between streets
packed with motor bikes
the food carts pushed
by vendors shouting
special sauce
maybe a souvenir
hawker or two
waving postcards
or carved wood
dicks equipped
with bottle openers

Yeah, this place
it’s not too big
and a shout
will fetch an exotic look
from the bartender
but that beer arrives
after growing a pair
of legs with a smile
like California sun
and a heart like flint
so you and the few
talk how things
have changed
since tourists
found the old

Now expat A
and expat B
in their vodka cloud
how the natives
just don’t behave