On Sunday late morn’
Prof Grey appeared and
Waited in the hotel lobby
Reading a theatre brochure
When Mr.T and the poet
Returned from breakfast.
Mr.T was first to greet him
The poet followed and then
At the room Grey worked hard
Taking 200 digital snaps of
A historical photo album from
Mr.T’s life as a child
Whose explanations of who is who
Took another two hours.
Mr.T’s bad mood of having
Been cheated out of lunch
Yesterday
Was the reason of being
Fed-up with Prof Grey of having
To leave for an hour and fetch
His daughter from an acting shoot.
The poet reminded Mr.T of tolerance
And yet he would not stop his
Criticizing murmur
Including the poet’s remarks.
By the time the getting home
Problem had been resolved
By Mrs IRA
Mr.T fell into a banter-mood
With his driver D.
Who did a good job driving back
To Vienna in good time.
The poet rested and phoned
His wife B
Who was prepared to wait
At the bus station for him.
Then in the warmth of his home
The poet relaxed
And fell into a pleasant slumber
Watching a La Traviata production
From the Met in NYC.
But his fingertips still took a long time
To warm up from being numb
And circulate enough blood.
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ZJG-POetry’18.