Footsteps
Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci, high on a hill
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Take a tram to the city
The David, eyeing his opponent, ready to strike
Brunelleschi death mask scary to see
Donatello buried in the basement of The Basilica of San Lorenzo next to the crypt of his friend Cosimo de’ Medici
Hop a train to Rome
Walking the streets, feeling the vibe
A dude dressed as a Gladiator wants twenty euros for a photo of him and me
Cat sanctuary at the Largo di Torre Argentina
City trying to close it down for years
The Cupia Pompeia, the temporary home of the Roman Senate where Caesar was killed
Turn the corner, Ristorante da Pancrazio, look inside, “You know where Pompeii’s Theatre is?”
“Downstairs,” the waiter said
Don’t believe a word he is sayin’
Don’t believe all the lies
A comb-over of a bald spot he is tryin’ to hide
Workers with hoses scrubbing horses’ heads on The Trevi Fountain
Bernini’s The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa at Santa Maria Della Vittoria
“She has a spiritual orgasm,” the cab driver said
The church of Trinita’ del’ la’ Monte at the top of The Spanish Steps
A view of the Ruins of the Forum from the terrace of The Musei Capitolini
The bald head prophet Lo Zuccone by Donatello coming out of his skin trying to speak
Awoke at a farmhouse in Scandicci
Olive trees, Sangiovese grapes
Espresso in the morning
Chianti at night
Long lines at the Duomo
A view from across the street
Ancient footprints walking in my shoes