How long till the morning stars
above Central Park glimmer in snow
over the couples that want a dull
evening in the bushes?
And how much money until the
caviar would be served
on a silver platter, without the
fish eggs and the wine?
And by what means will they
sit across from each other
napkin on lap, and sit in silence
under Italian serenades to the full moon?
But of course, there are those
who only want the evening.
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Fell in love with Woody Allen's movies again. Ugh.
