Smokin' Bud With Elvis Costello

Walking down a long hallway

Recurring bathrooms on the right

Doors open wide along the way

Pretty ladies with panties tight

Elvis Costello handed me a joint

A loosely-rolled, sloppy affair

Smoldering with a nubby point

Particles falling everywhere

The smolder became a flame now

And I took a long, warm hit

It filled my mind, familiar somehow

Quite odd, since I’d never tried it

I looked out the front door window

And there, through the curtain

I saw John Cleese approaching

And behind him, I was certain

The Monty Python boys were there

Walking quite slowly to my front door

Taking pictures and looking everywhere

Tourists where they’d never been before

I turned to my son and said,

"The Monty Python guys are here!"

Then struggled to get over my head

The snug apron that suddenly appeared

Then I woke up

Abrupt