Bahrain

Through a window

So full of night

I spy the cars

Dart left to right,

The cafes hum

The music drifts

And through the neon

Sweet echoes sift,

The dusty roads

And odd abodes

And bicycles

With irksome loads,

The dusty swirls

The goodtime girls

And all the ice cream

In all the world,

The call to prayers

The downtown wares

And all the people

With their protest flares.