I ring the bell

i ring the bell for my butler
to come up
the stairs.
he knocks on the door
before entering.
i tell him i'd like two eggs
over easy
wheat toast with jam,
three strips of bacon,
hash browns, juice
and coffee. the morning paper
would be nice too.
i tell him to schedule
the masseuse for twelve.
deep tissue, after my swim.
then to pull up the Benz.
my love and i might go
for a drive through the
country, i tell him,
and stay overnight
at the edge of the bay,
where the long road ends.
anything else, he asks
with a smile.
nothing i can think of,
i tell him, but if i do,
i'll ring the bell again.