I said to the black lady,
"Excuse me Madame"
"Ce qui?" She said apathetically.
"Err, sorry to bother you ..."
"Je ne pas comprends,"
"Do you know this address?"
"Désolé, Je ne Parle pas anglais."
I turned away disconcertedly.
As the train slithered away
Deeper into the dingy tunnel,
I wallowed in nostalgic reveries,
Swamped by memories of home,
Awoken by the hissing engine
Now, looking back I wonder
Who, between the black Madame
And I, is truly, truly lost?
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