Pit

Shaddocks and mangosteen,
Pints of Mandalay rum,
Coltrane’s A Love Supreme
Clouds obscuring Mt. Fuji.
We bail on Siva’s contrived ride
Hustled along Colombo’s shores,
Took the road under our feet,
Laughed all the way to Hong
Kong at the openly clandestine,
Bringing back what then seemed
Like only the beginning of a
Lifetime of memories to Beijing.
I’m numbed by the jazz now.
Milky white breast exposed,
On the plane; barely worth a
Postcard. Keeping four-four time.