A Night Out Poem by Dante' Camerlengo

Hardly ever enough is when we go,
(This place is nice. Wonder if that piano was always here.)
Money is not usually the issue,
(It looks as old as the house. This really used to be a doctor’s office?)
I’m too busy being bored.
(I like what they’ve done with the place.)
We sit pretending to be a regular part of the dinner crowd,
(I wonder what’s in the attic, or the basement.)
Waiving to the people we know,
(I bet there’s an old wine cellar.)
They drive by; see us together on the front terrace.
(Wow! Look at these prices, is that this months lease.)
I get a huge chunk of cow and a house beer,
(I’m only doing this for her. I should have dressed nicer.)
She orders what it used to eat.
(This taste like moon-shined rice, I’ll just recommend the prime rib.)
She tips large, feeling sorry that we’ve troubled the poor girl.
(Look at her, she’s so sweet. She really is beautiful.)
I get our coats – give the guy a buck.
(Wonder if he went through my pockets.)
I help her into her coat; she kisses me on the cheek.
(She really is beautiful. I should say something.)