Marlene

Berlin, they say, is worth a trip you come, go through the famous gate, in La Taverna take a nip where the Blue Angel had her date with destiny and smoky song and where the drink called Berlin White ascended new, and strange positions and from those lofty, thin-air height inept Berliners made decisions. Marlene, we still believe in you, our love can never die or shrink and when we visit our Zoo we are reminded in a blink that no one ever really mattered until you sang Lily Marlene, around us everything was battered I looked at you, with dumb and plain but lusty eyes and sweaty hands you did not mind my obvious drools today, as memory still stands you speak to me, one of the fools. I love you, sweetheart kiss your fingers worship the ground you graced just once the scent of you, it's fresh, it lingers I keep your photo from my sons.