Cous Cous Cous
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
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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