Tourist Poem by Jimmy Walker

I
I'm a tourist
In your grand old city
Look around canals & water ways
Did you find my bicycle
I left floating here years ago
Or the boom box I use to play?
Never mind the tea leaves in the tin cup
I drank those up.

II
I 'm a tourist in your grand old city
Dodging bullets
Where chalk marks up the sidewalks
Did you find my gun in your sewers
Or my grafitti pen I used
To mark up the walls of City Hall?
Never mind the tea leaves in the old tin cup,
I drank those up.

III
I'm a tourist in your grand old city
Walking up and down your halls
Did you find my Congressman I voted for
Hiding in the closet
At the Washington Mall?
Did his voice & votes matter at all?
Never mind the tea leaves
I've read the writing
On the wall.