Amsterdam

thirty seconds off the train
it's colder than we thought
and beginning to rain


backpacks sway as we hit the ground
what a long, strange trip it's been
in cities, lost; yet everything found


dirty jeans and converse chucks
whirlwind of cobblestones, red lights
ladies offering up cheap fucks


got a place to sleep, some hash to smoke
we're traipsing down alleys
dodgin' bicycles of these kindly Dutch folk


we're picking tulips, hiding in attics
and eating some chocolates
while watching a channel that's snowing with static


a cold, rainy week in Amsterdam
was the last time that I loved you
wish I'd jumped into a canal and just swam, and swam