The doors to the balcony were open
Allowing the cool air flow through
The water calmly runs outside
And the gondolas going their merry way
What a wonderful life this is indeed
Here I am with just a pair of shorts on
Sitting at a small table near those open doors
Trying my best to enjoy it all right here
Putting this puzzle set together that is
I’m so very close to completing this damn thing
Scotch in my hand and a cigar nearly done
I have been working on this for awhile
Nearly complete just a few more pieces to go
At first it began so easily putting this together
Another gondola goes by with another couple
A few hitches along the way but many pieces fell
Right where they belong and I needed no help
But as I come closer to where I should be done
It’s as if one piece of this puzzle is missing
The wind blew hard as one door closes outside
It’s not possible they should all be here
Not under the table, not in the box
Can’t be out on the balcony nor in the next room
Where the hell is that last piece that I want
More boats, people and music pass by the open door
The scotch is empty and the cigar burnt out
After searching around the room that is my world
That last puzzle piece will never be found it seems
Whatever, I don’t need to complete that part
So I push open the other door and look back out
This was always my favorite view of life
No matter what happens behind me
I at least have this river in front of me
It will keep on rolling like I try to
Slowly putting the final pieces together
I’ve tried to complete this puzzle set before
It always led to the same result of unfinished
All because of that one piece that was hidden
I turn from the balcony doorway to look back
To see another woman bare across the room
I will never find that last piece, will I. . .
Novatourist 