How nakedly my coffee sits astride the cafe stool
I often stop to think of it while trying not to drool.
The waitress brings the Daily News, its headline still insists
That deep within the crowbar lurks a drill instructor’s school
The militants in Camden towne have lately been at play
Their casual cordovan loafers missed the target anyway
With lilting laughter, chromosomes torment the token clone
While silently in Kensington the sheik goes home alone.
