Cous Cous Cous Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

one perfumed night he'd cracked
and halfway through her act
the belly-dancer's drummer
flipped and did a runner

from the Palace Crescent Restaurant Bistro and Grill

then a slightly over-the-hill
alpha-minor diner
thought he saw his chance
a bit of Eastern promise
a possible romance
misinterpreted her glance

and so far as he was able
he rattled at his table
with knife and fork and spoon
but a shadow crossed the moon

and someone sang Delilah
in a far-off inner room