TRAVELERS

She sunk quartets and was Cairo based
On a Nile ship she looked outa place
Amongst expat clowns and metropolis
Looking for romance traveling place to place

A man came along he liked her face
A traveler looking for the same
They met one night in a smoky room
She was singing her favorite tune

She really liked him from the start
But he was sad from some other heart

Thier meet was brief I have to say
The kiss was left for another day

The man traveled on
Tired and worn
And to this day
Is still alone

New Year nights
The Nile lights
A smoke filled room
His favorite tune

Her voice has gone face turned to leather
Their favorite tune has been played forever
Only time will tell If there meet again
And If they would have been more then friends
For now they travel on thier knees
From place to place still chasing dreams
In wall stained rooms they both exist

Both wondering...

Where the other is.

                                     - Aaron Phyall 2015