In Havana

Come
Said the driver
Follow me now; through the archways
Slip
Between the pillars, look
He motioned
Curtained cigar smoke framed by panes
Of sunlight
This was his distraction:
We thought he knew the way
Quick, fast - nobody saw him loose himself
Or us
But soon stood alone anyway
In empty ruined palaces
Bound by pastel blue
walls and creeping vines
Which begged us stay, manana manana

The old man lost in green
On doorway rockingchair said
Dont stop!
Follow the petrol fumes
The elegant guitar strings and maracas;
I used to sing like that once too
So we hurried
Between majestic weathered cars
And never stopped
To find our way back