The Tourist Life Of Nineteen Days.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in those early mornings
we all rise
always chasing time,
the crippled fat man from
Cuba had to do the same

we all want to see all the
corners of the earth

great canyon, yosemite,
fisherman's wharf,
the portolas and the
gondolas
the casinos and the shows

what did we get? what did we see?

when we arrive home
after miami
we want to tell what was there
what happened
we want to talk and keep the rest
silent

and they wonder
what have we become: selfish from
the first hour
till the last

nothing has changed
we left and we have arrived

rude and mean as they call it
like a certain jay

speak it.