Spanish guitar

A young man was playing Spanish guitar

Across the street from the restaurant

Where I was eating dinner.

In a moment I was taken

To another seaside town

Perhaps Málaga or San Sebastian

And I imagined an old man

Bringing me red wine.

The air was mild in that boat harbour

And the cuttlefish was served

Directly from the brightly burning coals.

I thought, 'I've never tasted tomatoes

Quite like these'

As I listened to the rhubarb

And smiled at the hospitality of the old man.

The harbour lights floated in the night sky

And danced across the water

And a young man played his

Spanish guitar across the street.

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