Homage to Yogi Berra

In a dimly-lit bar
Along the alleyways of Bangkok

Alone and forgotten
I nursed a bottle
Of JTS Brown

As an Asian goddess
With alabaster skin and
Black-ink hair
Took up residence
On a stool
At the other end

I went over to her
Lit her cigarette
Ordered her another cognac
And asked,
"What is your name?"

"Dae Jah Vuu"

"Haven't we met someplace before?"