Drunk In Montreal Poem by guillermo veloso

I spoke French
Broken as high school memory
Lost in transmission
Sipping along the dark, empty and yet welcoming streets
Not knowing if he was a madman or usher
We teased a life story from the night
French to Spanish to English and back
As if we had just met on a long forgotten shore
The dark houses handed us down past the fading street lights
Names are lost and the film blurred
We shook hands and parted
I stumbled, drunk on the way to someone else's home
Yet sated on life's little midnight snack