UNITED STATES

UNITED STATES Waking up to frosty landscapes Waiting on a desert sun Stopped into Nepali’s teahouse Looking down Milano’s lawn The scent of London’s summer Piquant whiff of chanel on a train Everywhere I look it’s United States Everything I hear it’s United States Where’s it going to end the United States Like their fathers before them They’re prone to crossing swords Shooting off their biggest mouth And prancing ‘round like Lords Internationals recoil Talking ‘bout the weather of their lives Met a Yankee couple at the old train station He was wringing his hands about that nation Semi comatose in Tehran Paper thin the walls around me Static and announcer’s parlance Creeping into conscious thought Crackling the searing bacon Every now and then a free man’s fate