To Lindsey, on her Birthday, 2002
One Bartendress makes a Tia Maria &
Stoly black Russian, then joins her
Friends at a table for three: the blonde
Who waved, the mixologist and
The Czech woman with a butt
That tucks into her hip hugger pants.
She saws a tournedos at Tonic.
A plate slams into the Henry Jamesian
Universe created by mutual admiration
And a cross-bar flirtation augmented
By a flutter of heart strings stretched
On the lips of a novice server made
Wiley by tips proffered at table number
Twelve, where love holds meanings to
Be the highest homage to the creator.
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