The Sovereign of Streets I’ve never met man, high or low, With a heart like the cities I know. The heat of a Thai village breeze, The scent of the jungle and trees, Is a love that I’ll never let go. I dream of the Athens night air, With the dust and the ghosts in my hair. The sunrise in Siem Reap was gold, A story that never gets old, A passion no husband could share. I earn in the green of the West, Though the exchange is a bitter-pill test. With the dollar so low, And the