No magic carpet
nor abracadabra
is a familiar street I went by
A friend told me
the name of their hood
is not based on any
fantasy and magical lies
The narrow patio
where women and children chat
in a morning till afternoon
till the sun loses its light.
The houses are common
like you see in your town
With the neighbors know each one
back and forth you run.
I notice also that
no grocery store for convenience
but motorcycles enter the long alley
like they were heaven sent
Ah! this is Alibaba
where people just chat and wait
for the heroes riding their steel horses
unlocking the Pandora's box within.
Then from the box, any sort will come out
And check this, pay that,
sign this, shake hands
that's how they work it all out.
Now I know why it's name
Alibaba ---
No magical illusions involve
But it was because of the story
of that rich man the KFC never hold.