It’s four o’clock, in half an hour my day will begin again, not to say it will end in any way, just a different progression will be sessioned for money making sections will be done by assesment from one to three, depending on the books. No time to read now, gotta shower and flea now, put on clothes for the walk, can’t be naked on the way. Got my pockets of necessities in city life, smokes, light, wallet, phone, keys, socks, shoes, shirt for under the shirt to mop up sweat in my world of “sir, more wine please”. A world of pressed pants and neck ties, prim and proper plates and dishes of exquisite taste, grilled steaks and buttered wing of skate, just tell me how you want it fixed. Fat liver in port soup? Nah, the hippies say must be eighty-sixed. But some just gotta get that foie fix. When that goodness touches your lips, it’s like melted gold slathered in mouth watering butter. As it slides down your throat, it’ll make your heart flutter. Sauternes is concerned they’re gonna lose their perfect pair. Why do they yearn to put their concern in this culinary fair?
Salads are finished with no grimace but a smile as I clear and reset, top off, clean up, while their day I’ll help them try to forget, over conversations with friends and associates and first dates, as they berate their bosses and movies that they’ve seen. Gotta keep these tables clean, empty glasses gotta go, keep up the pace in ten minutes there’s a show. Don’t stop the flow of wine sir, don’t stop the flow of wine sir.
How’s everything cooked, meet your standard of medium rare? She’s hot I’ll mention with cooks in smoking sessions, but her date hates it if we stare, or even glare in their general direction. So then it’s pre bus tell a joke and offer confection, or cheese or a glass of brandied grapes, you choose the indulgence that suits your taste. But make no haste, just sit back and relax. When your palates exhausted, your bellies full and you’ve reveled to the max, I’ll flash back with a tab. Then its pay up, cash out, tip, sign and decamp.
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