The hard, dry heat of the day lingers in the car park’s concrete pavement.

Liberated, it drenches me as I walk from car to restaurant.

Hotel California swirls from speakers buried in a basement.

Drowning in my everlasting business trip, I swim between Hiltons.

Tonight I will dream of strawberries, cream and the rain at Wimbledon.

The American sentence, defined by Alan Ginsberg, is one that contains 17 syllables.