Remembering Novosibirsk
The Yak-Sorak hip-hopped at Krasnoyarsk
The sky came lower down
It started to snow
I never thought I would miss Moscow
I was the only one in Intourist
Babushka zombies aimlessly trudge the slush
Red fox in a sly alley shop
Ulan Udey waiting for the trans-Siberian call
That never comes
Lenin wails as the wind picks up
I trade leather jackets for love.

                  

               *Yak-Sorak: a very small passenger jet
              *Intourist: the Russian travel agency for
              foreigners, a hangover from Soviet times
              *babushka:old lady, grandmother