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These cities haunt me All their alleyways and bars Mexican smack dealers And the old Vietnam vets Nights and afternoons The bar girls drunk by noon Looking pretty and lost Remembering the boy who Broke their heart in 1996 These cities haunt me As I board a greyhound bus To see a friend a few towns over They leave me Remembering the air On a fall day Drinking wine under a bridge With fellow poets And passing through strangers These thoughts haunt me As I step out for a pack of smokes Eager to get back home And write this poem
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