he wore disdain like a black narrow tie
had one of those first names
that sounds like a last
and he was cool like a bird at night
sat back from the table
and talked about films
closed his eyes
and quoted Rimbaud
reached for his drink
without leaning forward
the place was a dive
and the music was awful
Huey Lewis and Spandau Ballet
it was a first date and it was our last
but a pitcher of beer was only two fifty.