Back At Club 23

Well, they'd been bugging me a long time to return,
So we did,
For 5 minutes I think,
Long enough to vacuum in all of the silence
And pretend to understand the staring cocktail waitresses.

A warm shot to our names in the marquis,
A fly-in-the-wall look around,
And before you could lay a toothpick in your mouth,
Uli had smashed her 5 year old viola.

I guess then we were laughing out on the street, meandering toward the Ditmars stop.