When In Rome

When in Rome In the Fontana Dei Guattro Fiumi in the piazza Navona I had a cooling dip after coming out of a smoke filled bar, I stripped, but modestly kept my underwear, on and watched over by an elderly patrolman, who wasn't looking for promotion, he knew everyone on his turf and when needed he didn't see a thing which was good for keeping The peace. Dawn and the local market opened, I had oven fresh bread and cheese; coffee, also a grappa to stave off A slight chill after my shower I sat with my eyes half closed listening to the voice of humanity and it was good to be alive. Walking back to my little hotel I saw the police officer again he was spoken to a prostitute she smiled and said good morning I did like-ways; it's handy to have a friendly lawman on my side. I went to bed, a window open and white curtains moving the breeze, listening to the outside noises, and drifting on the ocean of dreamy sleep, I knew I would wake up at noon by the aroma of Italian food.