Tonight, I'm going back
To Montepulciano.
Not on an airplane,
But I'm returning
By the magic flight
Of red wine,
I will park my car
By the obelisk
As I always did.
I will rent the room
Where I always stayed
At the albergo by the obelisk.
I will immediately
Opened a bottle of Vino Nobil,
Sit in the bathtub,
Where I and the Slavic Teutonic blonde
Sat together.
But now alone,
I will look up
At Aurora frescoed
On the ceiling,
Sip Vino Nobil,
Review my wasted life.
I will toast my wasted life,
For living a wasted life
Is better than not living at all.
Then I will toss the empty bottle
Out of the bathtub,
Open another, toast
The rest of the world
Who have also lived wasted lives.
