JOHN TRAVOLTA

Have you been to beautiful Florence???

Once,

During a lingering

On the steps,

Of a Florentine church,

Piazza Santo Spirito,

A beanpole of a boy

-       Tenax-haired, trendy-in-black

Pixie-Inquisitive face -

Became inquisitive about me.

So we lingered inquisitively,

feasting on sliced pizza made by 

Massimo!

The creepy inquisitive older motorcycle man.

You know,

The type of man who revs too much.

I was his younger babe who got away.

Anyway.

Ohhh! That sweet

Beanpole Piero,

A budding actor,

His face a Visconti classic,

Went all Dolce Vita on me.

Eyes afire, spiky eyelashes aflutter,

He took my hand. Together forever in our meet-cute,

We giggle-ran across The Ponte-Vecchio,

Clattered up to

Santa Maria Novella

(Aka the train station)

And leapt aboard the last train to

VENICE!!!

This disarming boy

aspired to wow-woo me

On Dante Alighieri,

On Divina Commedias

And Infernos

And most especially

⁃       Bella Francesca! -

On Paradiso!

Alas,

My intellect short-circuited,

Incapable of stretching

Beyond

John Travolta

in

Grease.

Prosecco?