There is a poem which is called "A Tour of the Holy Land". 
I'd like to know who wrote this poem or any information about it.
The first stanza of the poem starts...
In this city, the taxi drivers have a grim sense of humour 
and drive too fast.  They look at you, not the road, 
in the rear-view mirror.  They tell you their woes 
in lurid, neon tones, sparing nobody, and expect yours 
to be at least as bad.  They wind down the window 
to spit out phlegm and cigar butts and to shout at girls, 
but  you are qlready two blocks away before you can put a name 
to the face of the one who, waiting to cross, has tied your heart 
in a knot. 
    Amanda.  Miranda.  Their names are the names of streets 
that lead unerringly to an angle of shadow 
on the Indian bedspread, or a small bottle containing bluish liquid 
rolling along the dresser top until only the moment 
keeps it from falling.  Like a sultry, pouting mouth 
that is about to ask for the loo but just might... 
 
I asked a friend who read the poem to me for further help and she has
the entire poem but she doesn't know who wrote it.  It was torn out of
a book and given to her.  There is another poem on the back of the
page called "Frog Prince" which is probably by the same author.  It's
first paragraph is:
Am I good or bad, clever of stupid? 
Stendhal asks himself 
in the summer of 1832..

Sincerest thanks to everyone for your help.
Mark in Canada.

The author of this poem is very probably Naomi Shihab Nye, an Arab
American poet who resides in San Antonio, Texas. Because of her
prolific output of published poetry, and the fact that I'm not
specifically familiar with this poem cited, I cannot be certain as to
which book of collected poetry this appears in. Nonethless, the
rhythms and cadence of sensual syllables points almost unmistakably to
Nye. I would suggest looking in "Nineteen Varieties of Gazelle: Poems
of The Middle East. Hers is a poetry grounded in an awareness of
everyday miracles, the incredible side of seemingly ordinary
phenomena. She is a wonderful master of the medium. My own personal
favorite is "Hugging The Jukebox." Many of her poems are suitable for
both younger eaders as well as adults, but only because of the honesty
and unfeigned universality of her poetic vision.

The author of this poem is very probably Naomi Shihab Nye, an Arab
American poet who resides in San Antonio, Texas. Because of her
prolific output of published poetry, and the fact that I'm not
specifically familiar with this poem cited, I cannot be certain as to
which book of collected poetry this appears in. Nonethless, the
rhythms and cadence of sensual syllables points almost unmistakably to
Nye. I would suggest looking in "Nineteen Varieties of Gazelle: Poems
of The Middle East. Hers is a poetry grounded in an awareness of
everyday life as an extraordinary, even miraculous series of events;
the incredible side of seemingly ordinary phenomena. She is
undoubtedly an authentic master of the medium. My own personal
favorite among her works of collected poetry is the book: "Hugging The
Jukebox." Many of her poems are suitable for both younger readers as
well as adults, perhaps because of her unfeigned honesty and humility,
as well as the universality of her poetic vision. In addition, I think
that she also has much to tell and teach us about the experience of
being a member of a misunderstood minority, of being Arab American in
these United States...

Other researchers: I looked through all of Nye's books at Amazon. Many
have tables of contents, and none contained either poem. There are
some older books of hers, however, without a list of poems.

Dear poncho-ga,
I don't think that it's her either.  If it is can you give me
something more concrete.  By the way, you sound like her manager. 
Thanks.