The Bologna busboy claimed
his apartment was Hotel Paradise,
but, even after too much red wine
and fleeing declarations of love from
the man who paid for them, I knew
it was just a few side streets away
from the Piazza Maggiore. I laughed,
dizzy from the university life
cacophony, streets full of musicians
misunderstanding English lyrics,
overwhelming in enthusiasm.
Find the Due Torre, and you're home.
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