The list is long of places I have been
Without you since we parted.
I just came from a restaurant
On the Calcada de Santa Anna, here in Lisbon.
Fish and boiled potatoes and two slices of lime.
A soccer match on the tube and a waiter
Who coughed into his hand.On the stairs returning to my room
I spoke with my eyes to a woman
Heading out with her friends.
The night may be hers, I said,
But the morning will be mine,
Should the concierge remember
To wake me for my early start.She had something to say in return.
You’re hungrier than you know,
I believe it was.October 2002