The ladies are very friendly
In the carpark outside the hotel
If your interested and have money
For you all will be well…
I say no, ladies, not this time!
I wave, walk past with a smile
A trucker stops and whistles
The girl to him goes for a while.
Business it is booming
In the market of sin…
The global industry of all lands
That silent thrives within
A cloak of official denial
Where was she from? I do not know
Possibly from Albania or local
As on to the kebab shop I go.
I find one on a darkened corner
Id never go to if at home…
But I always go where the Romans go
When I find myself in Rome!
Maybe it was the air, I do not know,
But greedily I grab
And enjoy as if the best steak it was
This real Balkan Kebab…
Back to the hotel past the university
I walk slowly to my hotel,
The hookers are still doing business
One waves as I pass: all is well.
A snapshot of a city,
The cross on the hill looks down where I did walk
The moon gazes over where I sleep
Loudly neath the window strangers talk.