Sidi Ifni Cracker

We walked down
A long promenade
Down a winding stair
Wide as boulevards
Vines and shrubs
Grew between the steps
From the Spanish town
To the African sea

We drank wine
And toasted to the day
When she was the queen
Before the long decay
We drank wine
Slept off hangovers
Lethargy, decay
And forgotten loves

We’d awake
To the BBC
An old English queen
On the balcony
Wander ’round
Abandoned consulates
An old broken chair
On the marble stair
And from the roof
See Canary seas
The discarded runway
Of Sidi Ifni