Here it is
those blue nights
in cheap rooms
the cry of cats
in dark alleys
the growl of drunks
on ***** streets
the symphony of sirens
the solitude that sinks
into your skin like
stubborn smoke
I dream of Barcelona
the lonesome traveler
and his gypsy scarf
I know that the ghosts
in every old city still
breathe loneliness ...
Clay.M