Bosphorus - Brazzaville

She was married to the Bosphorus

She threw her ring in then she blew a kiss

To the Ottomans and Byzantines

Lying beneath the sea

She wore a pink and yellow summer dress

She kept her hair just like a poetess

She traveled all the way to Germany

The trains and the cold, dark sea

The amber glow of a morning cigarette

On the Istiklal Cadessi

The vapor trails and the tiny minerettes

All the domes in silhouette

Ahhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh…