A short sweaty man disembarks of pan-
am when the heat and humidity is
Cruel. He wipes off his face,
Puts down his suitcase, and he
eases himself onto a barstool.
The T.V. plays news but it's of no use
because he can't understand
But he orders Irish wisky successfully,
Because he wrote the words
Theres a man with a tan looking
Who's observing in a nearby booth.
Himself, and his sinister
He speaks broken English but he
looks quite distinguished in his
Three button mod green suit.
He offers assistance and matters for
Instance, such as escorts
Drunk in the backseat of and third
world taxi he's driven to the
The note, and a child like
handwriting it says . . .
I know a place where you can meet girls,
And at the same time you can
Tell him you're new here,
Follow him down to the edge
There you will see in a broken
And lots of girls from which
Good. Take your new friend
You will be pleased but you better
Because many of man could not
Say goodbye to their wives and just
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