The Land Of Longing Poem by Martin Swords

Welcome to the land
of the Frothy Frappuccino
Filet Mignon, Lobster Burgers
and Coffee that comes every
which way but coffee

The best in America seemed
to come from somewhere else
Paris France, London England,
Belgium Belgium, carrying its
Continental Chic to this Big
Brash confident yet
uncertain country

Only the polished clock in
the local rail station, the
red bonneted shiny chromed
sixteen wheeler on the
interstate, and Grand Central
spoke to me in American.
They said “Howdy”.







Martin Swords June 2008




Random and possibly unfair impressions
from a visit to Connecticut and New York,
in the head for years and only now prompted
onto paper in Starbucks, Dundrum Shopping
Centre, triggered by noticing the spelling of
Frappuccino. Strange.