Fishnets And A French Kiss Poem by Charles Hancock

What sort of eatery is this?
A saucy little bistro called
Fishnets and a French Kiss

I was unusually enthralled
And wasn't sure what to think
My gait abated and then stalled

The entry had a neon sign in pink
Inviting passersby in to eat,
Fraternize, and to enjoy a drink

I like joints that are somewhat offbeat
So I entered and looked around
A blond asked to show me to a seat

Red lipstick, a black evening gown,
With a crimson orchid in her hair
She has to be the hottest thing in town

We quickly arrived at my chair
I sat and gazed at a photo
De Gaulle with the Croix de guerre

That's a high honor to bestow
He was seated at a small table
With a bottle of Bordeaux

I know as it said so on the label
A bathing beauty showing her backside
Was it Rita Hayworth or Betty Grable

Everywhere the 1940s were implied
Pinups, awards, a love letter
From a sailor to his war bride

My waitress arrived and things got better
White blouse, plaid skirt, saddle shoes,
And a partially buttoned Angora sweater

Peepers that were of the brightest of blues
She said hello and offered me a menu
I asked her to sit and started my schmooze

She smiled and kept playing the ingenue
The cuisine was listed as rations
I ordered a sirloin and a cold brew

Everyone was in wartime fashions
It was a different kind of cafe
The owner was certain about his passions

I hope to stop there again one day
Until then I'll write what I recalled
In my blog, 'The Greasy Spoon Gourmet'