Havana

Touched down at José Martí Airport
The air is so full, so very loud
Standing out, a thumb that is sore
Bleached face in a black crowd

The poverty is so very overwhelming 
Though poorer I am aware there is 
A taxi that has two decades on me
Revolution through a people missed

In my days of sunshine and rain
Feeling homely so very quick 
Not the place I thought it would be 
Though something I know will stick 

So five days later I am back again 
Feeling the native not a tourist be
Plans already to visit again 
As long as Havana takes me again

Poem (c) by R. Pinchen