When I land and get in the taxi

I have to ask what the driver thinks my name is

because he says you’re him

but not who

it’s never cleared up

do you like fish he asks they have great fish

rounding the memorial his tape deck plays

navigating the detours around the mansion

his tape deck plays

pivoting around the museums and hotels

passing assassination and conspiracy

retracing the final parade of the army

his tape deck plays

some old piano music I like

trickling from return’s edge

a song about the desire upon release

from prison to win the good return