Ruby (Tuesday) Slippers

I left my innocence
Sitting in a Ruby Tuesday’s booth.
Should I go back and get it?

Naw.

Besides, the waitress probably thought it was her tip.
My innocence,
that fragrant beast;
that melodious Frankfurt shepherd-
bound up in that saucy wench’s apron pouch
like some alabaster glasses case!
Terrible thoughts…
We left it there, you and I and your little brother,
(I hate that he comes on dates with us)
after a pleasant dinner, a peasant dinner, a pheasant dinner
the present dinner.
We should go back.
Turn the car around, mom.
I said turn the fucking car around.