THIS IS NOT A VISA RUN
Back in SE Asia,
You’d make visa runs.
These were short trips
Out of a country,
Where you’d cross a border,
Buy a beer,
Drink it down,
And be able to come back,
And get another tourist visa,
For another thirty days,
From the country you wanted to stay in.
I’d done a few of those,
But in Australia it was a new thing.
You didn’t leave to cross a border,
But you left to find cash work,
In some other part of the country.
This new thing, ho ho!
You’d call it a Mastercard run!
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Hey Jaimal.. Just read about 20 of your poems.. Glad I did.. They are great.. Hope you write a book.. An "On the Road" for our generation.. I have a lot of road stories, but all of them are from the US.. Thought about writing a book.. Maybe I'll start now.. I moved on a whim to Charleston, SC four weeks ago.. Maybe I'll run into you in Portsmouth when I go back to visit.. Hope the rest of your trip treats you right, take care and best wishes..
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