Among the mirrored, red-brick walls, a few
Seasoned bachelors and a few seasoned grooms
Elevate fine expensive wine and toast
To your embarrassment. After some jokes,
A waitress appears, an ecdysiast
With stockinged thighs, a creamy white hourglass
That tolls at one and five and ten. Before
Too long, she’s gone around the world. Ignored
With joy, I chase my drifting thoughts back home
Where Julie feeds our infant boy – the roads
Between us paved with clubs, where strippers, gays,
And salsa bands announce their midnight rage.
Though sappy, yes, I wish my life for you:
A wife, a child, and diapers full of stool.
