Bia Hoi

That thin line of grey grey
Shifted as I drank away
Another strange day,

Where mad harlots dance,
And blind men glance
At games of chance,

Beneath that stormy sky
Where Dragons fly
Between truth and lie,

That soul quenching Bia Hoi,
That soul-filled Hanoi.

Wrote this about Beer Street in Hanoi, rather miss the 'Nam, with its ceaseless tide of beautiful and charming maidens. Hope to go back next year. 'Bia Hoi' is traditional Vietnamese draught beer, bit like I.P.A. 
Do not yet have enough suitable poetry to put a book together, maybe next year.