Recollection Poem by Myra Jefferson

It's late and my city never looked so pretty
Indigo velvet with rhinestone accents
As I sat at the table, I'm completely unable
to contain my own excitement

'First time, here? . Well welcome my dear'
She winks as she leaves the menu
Perusing the list, too hard to resist
I see why he choose this venue

I'm beginning to wonder, as I hear my heart thunder
What in earth is in store for me
When in walks my hottie, and orders biscotti
And joins me for chamomile tea

Totally inconceivable and hardly believable
But everything else after that is a dream