Saul Bennett
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It's warm and the tree
here's a lightship
encrusted
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balls
and bells
and chains of gold.
I found here escaping
the cold. Deserted, darkened
meeting rooms await perusal should I choose.
A lifetime's pencil supply I could steal!
But I'm here to visit the Gents'.
A stunning woman bundles
into the Ladies'. She stays an age, so long, my thermos
tea cools. When I ask if she has the time
she blows her nose. When he swings by there's
worry he'll toss me, the uniformed clerk. But he too is here
for the Gents!--relief, supreme!
With consequent hope of all
Christmas morn in the Essex House mezzanine
manger on Central Park South.