Dinner with Jim Rossi

Today, while nursing a hangover and after reading Frost, I remembered  conversation I had with Jim over dinner last February


Dinner with Jim Rossi, or
A Story from a Saturday Night

"Oh that’s right, they used to serve wine, and cheese, in the spa!"

I once found Sue Fuller sitting in the Spa

Two two glass plastic bottles
   of a pale Chablis
Were all that kept her far from me

And, cut by plastic knife, a Gouda cheese
  Wrapped in red wax,
Which wax she warmed in her hands
   And she shaped and played with
   As she could with any man

"It’s no use to go downtown
With all those Union men around
It’s better that we just stay here
Where all our favorite friends are near."

Tall pale and blonde, she didn’t think it rude
To admit, for art class, she had drawn herself nude

And so we sat and drank ‘till eight,
But sadly I was not her date