Hotel Torino - Massawa, Eritrea
Red Sea breeze and indigo sky
pierced by full moon hanging
like the Christmas lights
strung above the rooftop bar
Potted palm fronds barely moving
pretty young things different colors
chocamocha café latte
Italian band plays thirties favorites
Transported to another time
sitting now where dead men sat
hot breeze off eternal sea
they dreamed of home and Italy.
Il Duce’s portrait here no longer
Campari soda piacere
gone the dusty dream of glory
I’m dancing to Perfidia
Originally published in Fictionique - http://fictionique.com/?p=9390


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