I remember

Easy Street,
Bull Bay,
Jamaica,
Campari and Orange
on my breath.

I remember
faded paint
on the walls
and a cigarette
glow outside in
the distance.

There was
an Indian
shopkeeper
inhaling
Jamaican
Ganja.

There was
a young girl
in a torn
red dress,
with a ribbon
in her hair.

I could not sleep.