Berlin.
Seeing a man walk past me,
he knows who I am
the wall is between us
I walk with a smile.
The train stops,
I sit in my car
he sits across
I smile at him again
he lays out the gun.
I know he’s an agent for the government,
he knows I’m a spy for hire
it’s the final showdown.
Moscow.
I look at his eyes,
blue as the sea
mine are green
as emeralds.
He knows that he must fight
I know that we must die for our country
after running for awhile
I lost my footing.
He lifts up his pistol,
I lift up my hat
he fires
I throw my hat
the bullet misses
by an inch.
He gets nervous the sweat pours
like a raging river.
I laugh and tell him, “See you later kid.”
The train stops,
Paris.