Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Livorno

Awoke in a bar empty save for the barman,
polishing glasses. “Any chance for a cold
beer? “Sure, but no glass, I’ve washed them
all.” The morning tasted of spring, pastry
and cut flowers, in the town square’s, water
came out of a petrified dolphin’s mouth,
I showered watched by a patrolman and an
old whore who had seen it all; Later, in a café,
near the meat market, the officer looked up
and said” Good morning.” The old tart, since
I wasn’t a costumer gave me a grandmotherly
smile, she could relax and enjoy the morning.

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