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