In January 1984 I accompanied a fashion photographer to Jamaica to shot a new blonde Star, Darryl Hannah.
She was good people.
After the trip I returned to Europa and traveled across the Alpes with a Italian cartoonist.
We spent a night in Milano.
I sent a letter and not this postcard from Roma.
Maybe I didn’t have a stamp.
I’m glad it didn’t make the journey.
Miss Hannah
It’s easy to jump the Forum Fence
Even easier to avoid the guards
The hard part is to decide what to do once your are inside.
I stand beside a young romanette
She speaks no English
I speak no Italian
That works for both of use.
Nothing open in Rome after dark
Which is why he jumped the fence.
No idea why she’s here;
No bars, no drugs, no hotels.
She lays on broken stone and pulls up her skirt
Latin letters impressed into her flesh…
Ancient dust powders thighs….
The girl is open for me tonight
Such is life overseas on the trail.
Heading north to hike around Zermatt, then back to Paris.
I wish you luck.
