Leone's Special

Cacophony of liquored lips would underscore the room That cafe bar that I recall an adolescent’s doom Yet not of age to then partake of alcohol’s delight For pizza, I remember well indulgence of the night My friend and I would wait inside for carry-out to go We’d sneak a look at follied fun at things we’d come to know And while we sat as patient boys piano banged the eve A white haired gal of eighty three would play until we’d leave She’d ragtime with a mighty blow her keyboard full of cheer We’d see her timely reach around to grab her stein of beer Then off with pizza undertow Leone’s special taste To watch the TV “Monster Fest” with not a bite to waste