Tentative in monologue
We smoke like Alain Delon,
Rewriting life as adventure
And seeing how it sounds.
In an admiral's Bentley, outrunning
The South China Seas in a hurricane -
Unpolished, unpublished,
My Book of the Year.
A racing-team manager casually
Opens a door to the high life -
We stop for a sea-food platter
In St Tropez
And I bounce for miles
On the wing of a Turkish tractor,
With handshakes, grins, and waves
And glasses of tea.
Sun-scorched and windblown
On the fabled road to anywhere -
Heavenly-choired by the hospitality
Of the affable
Eccentric.
