The d'oeuvres are no longer being served,
and the spaghetti' with clam sauce
not so fetching,
over my white tuxedo.
The service is inexplicably hurrying
at the Cafe Rouge;
this gushing turnaround,
but with a Gewurztraminer in the waiting,
has somehow has moved me,
more than the curt waitress Jeanne,
thankfully her imaginary grudges receding.