Talk

My friend
Companion
In travel tells
Me I too often
Stop and talk to
Strangers but for
Me half the fun of
Travel across town
Or the world is to talk
With people say howdy
How are you in their own
Language if possible just a
Few polite sentences which
Often turn into long talks
About things that matter
To them a lot of listen
But some dialogue
So I try to explain
To her how fun
It is but she
Looks at
Me
Like I am
A bit slow on
The uptake which
I can be but here is where
We agree to disagree
So she patiently
Rolls her eyes
At me chat
Until she
Looks
At
Me over
Her sunglasses.
She later asks me what
Was the chat about so
I tell her diphthongs
And glottal
Stops,
Which do
American women
Prefer these
Days as
Her
Eyes roll.