Meanwhile
they're queueing down on Broadway
to see the latest show
supposed to be quite brilliant
but I don't think that I'll go
because there's a little place off Broadway
which is really rather quaint and frequented
by the greasepaint crew
when they've nothing else to do,

and it's darling this and lovey that
from Quentin in the Fedora hat
and from the bow-fronted window
I can see
not much because now I'm drunk.