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.
Copyright © Russ Dupont | Year Posted 2015
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