I’ve lost my old pair of shoes

with gum stuck on the sole from the street

in monte carlo

where those without wealth snap photos of those with

expensive cars and luxury yachts tied to buoys

and dust from san sebastian

walking from one tapa bar to another

dim light cover street nights

as waves from the bay rolled in

with tears on the side from the bike i used to ride

over the canals in amsterdam

i danced in those old shoes to banging drums

in kreuzberg berlin

i raced up the spanish steps and looked down

at the sea of umbrellas and listened to the sound of rain

bounce off the rooftops, steps and street performers

those shoe laces broken and frayed at the ends

walking up the steps of the sacre coeur

red wine stain on the canvas

sharing bottles overlooking the latin quarter and eiffel tower

those old canvas shoes