The Cold War Games
Jerry T. Johnson.
it was late October 1997 in Moscow
my tour of duty in Russia was winding down
my boss and I just finished dinner at a restaurant
positioned just four miles from the Kremlin
after dinner we sipped vodka and talked
about fast-moving sports cars
the car he owned was very sporty,
it was a slick silver American model
he left at home in the USA because
it was much too costly to bring it into Russia
it would take too much money to retrofit it to meet requirements for vehicle operation plus he was afraid to have it stolen
stolen like many other fine western cars
owned by many other westerners spending time building factories, refurbishing warehouses,
furnishing distribution centers, buying delivery trucks, installing computers, configuring software, counting Russian rubles, counting Czech crowns,
counting Polish zlotys, counting Hungarian forints,
wherever the former Soviet Union abode
there we were with all our technical toys
playing round after round of business roulette
deluded into thinking that the Cold War games were over
Published by:
Jerry T. Johnson, Poet 