Another bohemian sonnet

[randy_byers]

Elektra on Third Avenue
for Link

At six, when April chills our hands and feet
walking downtown, we stop at Clancy's Bar
or Bickford's, where the part-time hustlers are,
scoffing between the mailroom and the street.
Old pensioners appraise them while they eat,
and so do we, debating half in jest
which piece of hasty pudding we'd like best.
I know you know I think your mouth is sweet
as anything exhibited for sale,
fresh coffee cake or boys fresh out of jail,
which tender hint of incest brings me near
to ordering more coffee or more beer.
The homebound crowd provides more youth to cruise.
We nurse our cups, nudge knees, and pick and choose.

Marilyn Hacker

Comments

[don-fitch.livejournal.com]

Thanks for that -- it's a beautiful (well... close to perfect) evocation of Hunters... a now-defunct West Hollywood British-type-pub bar I used to drop in to occasionally.

[randy-byers.livejournal.com]

Although I don't suppose that April chills your hands and feet in West Hollywood.