Hong Kong 2002

Hong Kong, five years after Ninety Seven
City steam rising through the air
Bright neon lights
Greying rust buildings pierced with sharp mirror skyscrapers
Amongst the mountains and seas of the multitude of souls
I am well aware
That you’re not there

Crazy little trading town
Manhattan’s little sister
Find people shopping walking everywhere in every shape and weather.
I walk the town lost in its momentum
That never stops
Always pulses
Restaurants, tailor shops
Mobile phones and movie theatres
Busy here and busy after.

Gamblers and mothers and hookers and labourers
infants in arms and ancient grandmothers
Politics in pickets, and corporate high fliers
beggars and bankers and fashion show youngsters
there’s a place for all here
a corner to stay
All but my heart
in this Fragrant Bay.