Under a Baghdad Moon

 

The evening moon

Stars above the desert

Some stars sit in the water

Of the slow Tigris

 

We sit on the boulevard

You telling me about Iraqi women

Things nobody could believe

We drink and smoke, too much

As always, too much, and yes

You sing the praises of Hemingway

As the pipe gets passed

 

"At dawn we cross the river"

But just as you say it

The bombs start falling

O mother of all timing!

 

I tell you friend, I can't recall

Who punched who first

Who could ever account

For two old drunks in the night?

 

Did we wrestle in the dust?

Did the kids scream our names

While their dogs barked?

Old friend, I don't know