San Francisco Connenction

Traveling to Asia
a cold rainy night
in San Francisco
my delayed flight,
Now schedule to leave
in perhaps four hours
but The Lounge has wine
and hot showers,

I have one of each
now my second glass
clean as a whistle
at least what will pass,
A clean shirt
clean socks too
then across the room
I see you,

We knew each other
some years before
a job in Africa
before the war,
I was looking for oil
you some NGO
after work
we would both go,

To a café / bar
ex-pats would visit
even now
I rather miss it,
We went from friends
to friends with a need
easy to see
where that would lead,

Now you’re here
half-way round the globe
I remember you had
an African robe,
You would wear it after
our lust satisfied
with a long comforting
African ride,

That was five
or six years ago
from there we both
went with the flow,
I take my wine
and walk your way
not really certain
what I will say,

Halfway ‘cross the room
you disappear
I look around
you’re nowhere near,
Are you a mirage?
some sort of allusion
some sort of
mistaken conclusion,

I walk around
and search for your face
but you’re not here
nowhere in the place,
The announcement says
it’s time for my flight
but my mind is lost
in a Nairobi night,