Breakfast At Vaughns

BREAKFAST AT VAUGHN'S "...there are none like thee among the dancers; none with swift feet." Ezra Pound, "Dance Figure" One has seen more than she cares to tell and would cry if she knew how. Another banters, known, knows the men, flirts with "Moonlight Mauve" eyes and lips hued with the insufficiency of love. But you, sure at sixteen, jete', plie', glisse' in the air, heady with the musk of cooking, coffee and the day's first cigarettes, endure the rank flatteries of rude mechanics in greased stripes hunkered over your counter, forking food into their mouths while their knuckle-rubbed eyes caress your pas-de-seul.