It seems like
every trip
I end up 2 mornings
before the return
sitting in a McDonald’s
on Niewendyk
eating a McMuffin
and pondering how
it got to this point
but I’m going home now
and that’s what is left
regardless of what was
and my Americanism
is worn like a badge
and a Scarlet Letter “A”
It ain’t a bad breakfast
but knowing
that the fun is almost over
is one clear indication
that I’m in a McDonald’s
on a rainy morning
in Amsterdam
with depleting funds
and only memories left
to sustain my ideals