steak dinner

it was a tough piece of meat,
this flank
steak brought
from the kitchen
still sizzling with grease.
after twenty or thirty
thorough chews, you
couldn't take it anymore
and disposed of it in a
napkin.
but the potatoes were
good. so was the corn.
in fact you made a point
of it to the cook
and said, love this corn.
to which he nodded
and tipped his tall white
chef's hat.
they don't make meat like
they used to,
I guess. should have had
the cod.