The Road Much Traveled

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The Road Much Traveled
Joanie Fritz Zosike
Nov. 16, 2012
Van Nuys, CA

I went to Atlanta to try and find Santa

He’d flown to Bhopal to hang out with RuPaul

Without further delay I set course for Cathay

Meanwhile in Dubai, the Dow goes awry

But since I’m a taxpayer in nearby Eritrea

I go for a prance in striped pants off to France

Wind up on an altar in the Strait of Gibralter

I dump a used gun when I fly back to Houston

Pick up a gas can as I race through Iran

It’s too nuts in Jordan to find an accordion

So I buy a brassiere in exotic Kashmir

Old London looks good, it’s my fave neighborhood

And it sure beats Myanmar if you’re buying a sitar

Sweet New Orleans beckons for a couple of seconds

And I eat pecan pie, oh, let’s say, in Ohio

I get somewhat whorey approaching Pretoria

The march strains my neck, I detour to Quebec

By way of Romania, despite all the pain…yeah

Should see the Sahara with my friend, MacNamara

Though I hear bands are zanier in mad Transylvania

Get my butt wrecked in Utrecht, which I find highly suspect

Why, in Vienna, can I not find some henna

When I travel to Warsaw, I could never have foresaw

There’s so much to do in Kublai Khan’s Xanadu

Well, it beats going bonkers in the city of Yonkers

End up rocking the Casbah in spicy Zanzibar

What? No moral? No plot? This could get me shot

For the crime of ubiquity veiled thinly from A to Z

In a way, it’s pathetic, but at least…alphabetic

Imagine the bog if ya’all was chronological

Please spare me the schism of your algorithm

It’s best, when you travel, to let the pathway unravel

You don’t need a pin code when you’re out on the road

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