Flashing windows
leather seats
a white business Euro van
and the generosity of the Turk
the most genial
More than his restaurant
more than his motor
his English a broken German
a Kebab of incredible freedom
But some things are not what hey seem
When things are too good they must be
untrue
You cannot trust a dark man
with nothing to gain
So we eat with tendered caution
skip the tea and mind our emotions
The hour comes
it's time to go
and the Turkish man returns
on a smile
Erkan,
his name is Erkan.
Erkan returns with open arms
he drives us through Germany
he only wants to help
with nothing to gain
he is a father
extending good wealth
On we rode to Dusseldorf
suspicion biased and needless
a kind heart rolling down the highway
a white business Euro van
the generosity of Erkan.
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