Bangkok Nights Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

How I long to return to Bangkok streets
The hustle and bustle of the market place
For some how I just feel so incomplete
When stuck in this suburban rat race

Eating curry by the side of the road
Smell of old bamboo and humid nights
In the drizzling rain I watch big green toads
Geckos scurrying under the porch light

Hookers in stilettos and lady bars
People of every colour and race
Flashing neon signs under twinkling stars
Scooters fly by at such a hectic pace

I see no life here but programmed machines
Everything seems so sterile and clean