Karaoke in New Afghanistan
Halfway through ‘Californication’
I realized there wasn’t a designated
driver in the place
we were thirty miles away from home
and knee-deep in a melting pot
patrons calling out for shots
in at least a half-dozen languages
I nailed that song even though I stumbled
through the second verse
lost in my own thoughts
worried about how things might be
come tomorrow’s sunrise
but then
when the entire house came to their feet
whistling
and shouting
and clapping above their heads
I could only imagine how Lennon
would one day love it here
This poem prompted by Poetics: War for peace – or just hard work? via dVerse Pub
december two thousand fifteen
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