Bangkok, 1970

I saw you there
Your long dark hair
Pinned to a number
With a fish bowl stare.
Nothing to do
Who was I to you
But a passing dollar
In a G.I. shoe.
Your hand was small
I can recall
We walked the steps
Then down the hall.
You made no sound
Eyes to the ground
I wished for buddies
No one around.
I saw your look
An unread book
A face so impassive
The years it took.
I made a stance
Pulled at my pants
And left you wondering
It’s not romance.
I saw you there
In the thin air
Like a baby ghost
With a fish bowl stare.