The Man at the Pool Was Right

Busted flat in the jungle village

The moon is the queen of light

The cicadas are the symphony of night

The land is foreign

The road secluded

The people speak their language

And we speak our own


Darkness

Potholes

Palm trees

And the blue-eyed lady by my side

Are the only company

Together we walk

Together we push

The fallen engine

The two wheeled stallion

With its tires out of luck


‘There’s gotta be a way, mate’

He once said

Smoking his fags

Drinking his beer

In the blue swimming pool

Under the blue sky

And I listened

Drinking my Blue Hawaii

Feeling not so blue


Now, only her eyes are blue

Still, no time for feeling blue

We’re busted flat

Me and her

And no one else

Jungle to the left

Jungle to the right

Here we are

Busted flat

Together we walk

Together we push


“There’s always a way, mate.”

He kept on saying

When the sky was still blue

Before the rain starting

And it didn’t matter

For we were in the pool

Both wearing blue shorts


Now, rain would actually matter

Yet it didn’t happen

Together we walk

Together we push

Together we watch occasional lights

From other motorbikes

That weren’t flat tired


“Eventually, there’s a way, cunt.

There can’t just be no way!”

I still remembered the man

And that’s when someone stopped

Which made the 3 of us

Together we walk

Together we push

Until his house

Until our salvation

His wife

His friend

His teenage son

They all helped

And showed everyone

That even in the still

Of the late-night jungle

There’s a way

Always a way

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