If the place is like the bar table

by the window at Leon’s

with Suzie and Carlita

and Cliff and Big Stuff

on a June afternoon after work

and filled with a lively mob

and I could stumble home

to a nifty condo

overlooking the plaza

with a cutie I just met

on my way back from the john,

I could do — I really could do —

doing that night after night

never mind heaven