Poetry For Everyday People
Cuba
I was born in Cairo
Egypt, the all Egyptian
boy,
as a child
even now,
I thought Egypt
was mother of the
world, the beginning
of the world and
America was the
end of the world,
the child,
now thirty years
in beautiful America,
writing on a balcony
in Key West, my son
is the all American
boy, my wife the all
American-Irish-Southern
girl,
I am drinking an ice
cold Italian beer
listening to Muddy Waters
staring at Cuba,
the lost angel,
I know someday
I will sip your
coffee, smoke your
cigars, write on your
balcony's
both of us
free.
Egypt, the all Egyptian
boy,
as a child
even now,
I thought Egypt
was mother of the
world, the beginning
of the world and
America was the
end of the world,
the child,
now thirty years
in beautiful America,
writing on a balcony
in Key West, my son
is the all American
boy, my wife the all
American-Irish-Southern
girl,
I am drinking an ice
cold Italian beer
listening to Muddy Waters
staring at Cuba,
the lost angel,
I know someday
I will sip your
coffee, smoke your
cigars, write on your
balcony's
both of us
free.
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