Went The Way Of The Supper Club

I want to take
my broad to a
Supper Club

I want to take
my dame to a
Supper Club
for a
“Steak Dinner”

I want to take
my tomato to
a Supper Club
with a Big Blue
neon sign
that hums
and then hums
”Supper Club“

I want to go to
Big Al’s
Little Margie’s
or the Cotton Club
Supper Club
to order that martini
that steak blood
while listening to
a sequined canary
cover Rosemary
and over tip that
hat check girl on
her way to
or maybe back to
high school
and drive home
with the top
and desire up
to fumble and tumble
hot to sleep
the cold war
sleep of that
” American Dream“–
now gone the way of
the supper club
and The CCCP

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