He’s a man of 84 and still
Holding onto life
Albeit he searches constantly
For his reading glasses
Some bank notes he mislead
But otherwise he recalls
Endless anecdotes from his
Younger years:
His time spent in New York.
He’s awkward to work for
As his assistant’s facial expression
Shows
Whenever she’s sent in circles
Like his mind works
But now and then he finds
Moments of better composure.
His friends know him for his
Jokes about life and girls.
But his days of cracking a chain
Of jokes are gone now
Yet one or two funny ones
He’ll tell you over and over.
It’s great to spend some time
With him in Hotel Imperial
And have decent coffee served.
The Poet knows that as he takes
No sugar to his espresso macchiato
While Mr T takes sweetener and
Time to float in some stories
Of his past
Especially remembering his
Parents stay here in 1934.
Perhaps their foreplay for
I happened to be created probably
On their way to Venice
Mr T muses about the honeymoon
Of his parents.
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