Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
C. i. f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a week-end at the Metropole.

In the so-called sixth borough
Amidst the soft grays of a cloudy day
I ate a late lunch
White bean, kale, and onion soup

Reading in the Times
Of human suffering
Cold hungry fear

With a fluffy tomato and zucchini tart

Reading emails
Searching for kosher MREs
Lost children and gas stations

Completed with a fair Côtes du Rhône