The Sun King at his zenith prominence
never knew how luxurious this feels.
His lavish carriage conveyed opulence,
down cobbled roads
on wooden wheels.
He’d have to let the horses rest and eat
each journey, at least twice; it was no race,
and … silent mostly, but for the hoof beat
that the driver would percussively pace –
his only music once he left Versailles.
My music beams through space!
I shouldn’t boast,
but orchestras play while vistas stream by.
I zip to jazz up California’s coast,
past vineyards in my air-conditioned car.
King Louis just dreamt how pampered we are.