you go to a dinner
theater to see the
west side story.
large buses are unloading
out front
full of seniors
from new jersey
and beyond.
the food is horrible.
left overs
from an airline, or
worse.
the play is light
and breezy. the jets
versus the sharks.
but there is very
little swagger in
the actors, there is
more swish and winks,
still doing guys and dolls
or aux cage de folles
in their heads.
you never expect anyone
to stab anyone else
as you eat
your dark food,
gnawing at whatever
it might be.
the jello is
the highlight of the meal.
it's wonderful when
an old man in the middle
of the song maria
stands up with his
dripping
steak in hand
and yells out,
I can't eat this meat,
it's like rubber.
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