Flying Over Iceland

Over Reykjavik, the "smokey bay"
Where WH auden went
To discover the background of all our songs
Where I myself was received
By the Mayor and the President
(600 miles an hour 30, 000 feet
599 miles an hour
My old street number on Belmont Ave)
Where I, a second rater by any estimation
Was honoured by the noblest
And handsomest people of the West
Served with lobster and strong drink
And I never cared about eyes
But the eyes of the waitress
Were so alarmingly mauve
That I fell into a trance
And ate the forbidden shellfish