I am in this low-slung sports car
Painted a deep, rich yellow
Driving under an Italian sun
I have a British accent
I'm wearing dark shades
An expensive silk shirt
There's no dirt under my
Fingernails
The radio plays Vivaldi
And there are two women with
Me
One with raven hair
The other a blonde
They have small breasts and
Beautiful legs
And they laugh at everything I
Say

As we drive up a steep road
The blonde squeezes my leg
And nestles closer
While raven hair
Leans across and nibbles my
Ear

We stop for lunch at a quaint
Rustic inn
There is more laughter
Before lunch
During lunch and after
Lunch
After lunch we will have a
Flat tire on the other side of
The mountain
And the blonde will change the
Tire
While
Raven hair
Photographs me
Lighting my pipe
Leaning against a tree
The perfect background
Perfectly at peace
With
Sunlight
Flowers
Clouds
Birds
Everywhere