Dinner with
Ayn Rand
(The Ballad of Alan Greenspan)
She was lying in the valley when I saw the curve of her hips -
There was a rise and falling
of her breasts among the hills
and the air was honeyed with
her breath
as she lay among the Titans of the land.
I knew then I had fallen in
love with Ayn Rand.
Ayn Rand over the mountains
Ayn Rand over the seas
Ayn Rand going for home plate
Sliding on bulldozer knees
I put my arms around her,
smelled the sweetness of her hair.
When she turned her face to
mine there was sunshine in the air.
When she spoke to me I heard
what I needed to hear:
“Reach and take me, I am
yours.”
Ayn Rand over the mountains
Ayn Rand over the seas
Ayn Rand knew me not
As her flesh enfolded me
She invited me to dinner for a
Thanksgiving feast,
to share her groaning board of
Oysters, roasts and fowl.
Ayn Rand set the table with
silver, crystal, Spode…
For dessert would be cumquats,
sorbets,
petit fours, and European cakes
washed down with wine enough
to fill a dozen lakes.
Ayn Rand over the mountains
Ayn Rand over the seas
I’m on my way to her house
In a landaulet Mercedes
Knocking on her front door,
the doorman let me in.
I walked into the hall and
there stood Ayn Rand in a silk gown,
white gloves and diamonds.
For her I wore a black tie and
Italian shoes.
I fastened a gold necklace
around her lovely neck.
Ayn Rand over the mountains
Ayn Rand over the seas
I’m going to live in her house
For all eternity
We feasted at her table all
night long.
When the sun rose we took a
stroll upon the lawn.
Returning to her parlor, 300
years had gone.
Ayn was as young as ever, but
I was stooped and consumed.
Ayn Rand over the mountains
Ayn Rand over the seas
Ayn Rand knew me not
Though her flesh enfolded me
With empowered vision, she
looked into my eyes.
With cold precision, she cast
me aside
like a worn out car or coat
that’s out of style.
She shrugged her shoulders and
I was dissolved.
She laid me in my coffin and
nailed down the lid.
Now I lay and wait in silence
with the ghosts of tycoons
in a vaulted mausoleum and
hope that soon
she’ll approach the great
brass doors and fling them open
to unite us once more.
I’m traveling over mountains
I’m sailing over seas
Crossing a wide dark river
In a landaulet Mercedes
J. T. Brown
