Day dreams

Whiling away the days in those dark cafes

While outside on the street sad-eyed men shuffle drunkenly

'Bin Laden lives in E1'

The faded graffiti proclaims

And if I look closely I can still make out your name beneath the stains on the brick wall

You taught me to stop and look at the rain

Making puzzles in puddles, dripping dreams into my brain

That old place is gone now

But my dreams still remain