Just when I started to feel I'd moved
in,
It was time to fly someplace foreign
again.
That's the nature of business. It
never stands still,
Nevermind that I sit around wishing it
will,
Though this wasn't as foreign as
leaving my home.
The routes were well marked. I was
often alone.
The streets were all wider, though
equal in crowds;
I stayed near a Masjid, though it
wasn't as loud.
I sat with beautiful women, not
shoulders wide as my own
On my way back to away, to my home away
from home.
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