Mi Buenos Aires Querido

Argentina
how I yearn for you
as I swim in the melancholic raft
my nostalgic mind dreams away
I let my memory walk your cobblestone streets
in the mist and marble
old brick and mortar buildings
and colorful flashes of indigo
in the city of fury

To put on a wool jacket
and walk with you on leather soles
sit for bife and tinto
on one of your many sidewalk cafes
See the children walking on the sidewalk
holding their parent's hands
late, on a saturday night
light up a cohiba
go to the burlesque
and hope to find you

Check in at a suite at the Camino Real
go back to that bar
where we used to grab peanuts from an old bathtub
and drink pitcher after pitcher
of lager and sangria
smell you at the dark corner were we used to tango
where soul and toenails fall in love
in sigh serenades

That city of Diego Armando
where you kept a poster of Che in your bedroom
how I want to
and be the foreigner that I am
in a city that has never been foreign to me
in so many ways so similar to were I live
and yet hemispheres away
years, rains, snowstorms
maybe ages, certainly summers have gone by
and yet I'm still stuck
like that parking meter downtown
immovable, relentlessly stubborn
I keep looking for you.