Past Days Never Lived

Medium rare,
warm
red
center.
Slathered in
sauteed mushrooms
and onions.
My choice
of potato
on the side.
Au gratin,
baked,
mashed,
shoestring,
steak cut fries.
The sounds of
Miles Davis
cut the air
as I make my own jazz.
Knife scraping plate,
clang of fork on mahogany bar,
clink of wedding ring
on Old Fashioned glass.
Red leather booths,
bar stools,
set the mood.
The meal, divine.
There may
even be
an old
cigarette machine
in the back,
matches up front.
The check
comes
with a
mint.

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