Your mink fur coat flowed majesty as we exited.
I stuck out my crucifix hand out to call a cab
and again the chill of your fashion
licked my admirable high blood pressure away in the dreamy night

I miss those nights, at the Beef-A-Roo
handling quiet food, soft and chew
in where the warmness of the world is
channeled by a single dish, of well interpreted meat
and the saddest sight to be seen
was the emptiness of our plates

people chattered around as we:
The experienced veterans feasted on the fastest food
every bite was a kiss, that you forgot to send my way
but, “that is fine” I say in my cheeseburger whispers
greasy and calm

And, eventually, our empty troughs were all that remained
and I looked fondly against your plump mustard face
“Lets leave” I say “and find a more romantic meal
one where I am the chef, and the first and last meals
are forever the finest love in the land
take my hand!
and play the most important roll in my love sandwich
tonight and forever…

Your mink fur coat flowed majesty as we stepped out
I reached out a cleaned hand to call a cab
and again the chill of your fashion
licked my admirable high blood pressure into the night.
Alone I sat in the cab, tight… against the leather

Heaven, must be one rad fast food joint