My salad days in Hong Kong

Found broccoli trees

 Like mushrooms Chopped

This way and that way

In squares, rounds, boxes,

NEC, Kent and Camel

Splashed in a bowl

Between Center and Kowloon

Poured down the peak

A salad dressing of garlic

And sweat.
On the water music in Sydney

Past the Opera House

With extended wings we fly.

The boom sends back

Reggae beats to Koala bear screams

And we fly.

The red hot unfiltered sun

Soaks through the 15 salve

Infiltrating our backs

While we fly.
In Honolulu mama

We have done the hookey lau

The hookey lau

(You were laughing)

Eating poi

And drinking large vats of rum juice

(You were pointing)

Under orange skies

While earnest young faces

Mouth ????s

On a local and a global basis.

(You were watching)

I saw you there

Doing the hooky lau The hooky lau

2.
In the Frankfort follies

Halls and halls and halls

Of wheels

Pointed up and out

Dreamed up by little men

In white coats and jackets.

Each year the sheet metal

Rusts a little sooner

Until

One day a dot

Of brown falls upon

A sheet of blue

And then we know

We’ve driven too far. 

On my Magyar holiday

Upon the rim of the highest hill

In Buda

The sun drips down behind a higher hill

As we run between small singing girls

Climbing big guns ringing the war museum.

Lovers kiss

Boys play chess

And you and I

Find the night sky in Budapest.
On a direct shot from Messe

We bounced and skidded into Toronto

Making a right turn at Windsor

Where border guards carried no machine guns

And merely waved us through.

All of our lies went untold

How two lovers rounded the earth

And moved back to Detroit one night.