Until Halloween Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I go out to movies with teachers of my
Unrequited love:
They were the ones who gave me the first
Taste of my dram of your
Sweet love;
And everything is beautiful, even though I can’t
Remember the exact name of the
Palms we walk under,
Through the balmy night and past the convalescing
Homes where one day
We all aught to belong,
Past the rusty baseball diamonds and into the
Cinema;
And we have a good time, according to the needs
Of our sweet race to be entertained,
By the moving pictures of our ever flowing
Society underneath the airplanes,
And maybe I still love you,
And how you drank form your flask and danced
For me in the front most seats of the
Matinee,
Even though you were always a bad woman,
And hardly did care:
But you never did become a stewardess, so I guess
You go yours,
And I don’t have to tell you that it will be such a long
Time again until Halloween.