Granada

only locals here in
this mucho turistico cafe
next to the river
with the Alhambra overhead

the Roma coming down the hills behind
the implanted vines climbing our canopy
and our wine and olives
long since devoured

the singing might be
a localised version of happy birthday
the arabic script on the tourist buses
speaks volumes of the man-made charms
of this city.

our ancient waitress
may as well be a prostitute,
the way her roots refuse to be hidden
by the bleach
she did not recently apply.