Beans in the Bred Basket

"NBA Grounds"

It's not what you think

But that doesn't mean we're not going to play ball

Gulay's 3rd Culture fusion grinds it up hot

Add chilli in your swirl if you dare

This is where the orient of Australasia hosts finest hospitality

On the Aegean strip of Civic Parade, overlooking the minarets of Gallipoli

With the music and disco of ghetto sirens in chase

Cars drive by for their pick-up of double res and espresso

It's safe here under protection from the evil eye

Mediterranean facepalms transcend any concerns of global plagues or local politics

Grandpas sip strong tea and debate the meaning of life

One cube of sugar at a time through clouds of shisha smoke

Middle eastern drumbeats keep the pulse of Auburnistan pushing the flow of traffic along

Even when it stalls for old friends needing to fist pump and exchange an update

"Welcome home", says my nafs

It's never the same twice

Under the murals somewhere is our 1994 aerosol piece on the Auburn Wildcats

But the residue of faces even on this surface makes for recognition

This is us

Our histories

My roots

Woven in many layers

Like a Turkish carpet