From the album The Last Dice, released 2020 by Rain City Records

© Alan AtKisson

 

Head hangin’ low

Eyes bleary

I shuffle round

in Istanbul

 

Never been so

world weary

Empty head

And a heart too full

 

The scent of spice

and salt water

draw me down

to the Bosporus

 

In the fading light

On the black water

I look for signs

That there’s hope for us

 

Longing for a future that is past

Like Ulysses lash me to the mast

Keep me sailing on the sea of here and now

 

Sharp minarets

In the first starlight

Draw my gaze

To an empty sky

 

I place my bet

On the long shot

Take the last dice

And let them fly