exile on and off the road

by strannikov

Van the Man's “Too Long in Exile” lost or loaned

I never thought of in London (only books)

and did not recall in Edinburgh (too cold)—

in Cardiff it waited in a cardboard box.

the CD was used, seven pounds and the tax,

must have been mid-week, maybe the day I found

the Indian restaurant that restored me.

had I gotten home without knowing it? well,

I might just learn if I manage to return:

not until the Carolina home was I

equipped to hear once more just where I had been.