Hurry up, it’s at
7 P.M., Park Slope

Exit the shower
Dry your hair

Then get dressed
grab your coat

You are always
hot then cold

I’ll feed them
and lock up

Next train’s soon
Brooklyn ride down

for an evening
of chilled drinks

French Moroccan tonight
plates are ready

waiting for mouths,
digging silver forks

laughter’s been ordered
unlimited courteous pours

remember those days
they’ll return eventually

By Amaury Genao