He was doing 90 in that bathtub of
grime you call a canal - Venetian
madness no less than happy. All
those lousy songs wrapped up in
a rag. Over there, on that bridge.
everyone stares at the hag - she
too is a local occurrence, out there
almost every day begging coins.
She sings too, yes, but if you know
her Italian, they're all filthy songs.