The title points to William S. Burroughs, and the poem seems to speak in a voice imagined for him, as someone alone in Tangier, far from home. The opening lines have a stark, almost unguarded loneliness: "who will have me" reads like a question the speaker doesn't expect anyone to answer. He is an outsider, and he knows it.
The image of "a bird in a theater of flags" deepens that feeling. A bird is small and free but also out of place among all those national symbols, which suggest borders, claims and belonging. He is watching a show he isn't part of.
The last two lines soften the mood. At night, the speaker sends "a token hand / among the poor." It's a small, modest gesture, perhaps charity, perhaps simply reaching out. The word "token" suggests he knows it isn't much. The poem ends in a quiet mix of isolation and tentative human connection.