As I sat alone in a Wintergarden 

sipping my Tall Boy and gin

a wondrous vision of tomorrow.

Mountains grafted to skyscrapers 

and dragonfly drones. 

I read from, "The Opening from The Knights of Surrogates."

CHAPTER EIGHT: Complacency is the best policy until it ain't 

Cars were wastes of space unless they were houses on wheels 

Bubble taxis floated from fare to fare

The street was a faire teaming 

with music and fare

Everybody breathes clean air

Except in the adult parks

where smoking and drinking were allowed.