Old Songs in a New Cafe

I hope she goes
where there’s laughter and romance,
and walks the streets of Bombay
and leans out of Paris widows
to touch falling January snow
and swims in the seas off Bora Bora
and makes love in Bangkok
in the Montien Hotel

I hope she plays blackjack all night
in the Barbary Coast and,
money ahead,
watches the sun come up in Vegas.
I hope she rides the big planes out of Africa
and jakarta
and feel what it’s like to turn
for home just ahead of winter.

-Robert James Waller in Old Songs in a New Cafe