Frank’s Speakeasy

F Scott Fitzgerald led ‘em
off to jazz-bled hours & a
club to sip on his dream –
cocktails’ll cling for hours

Never run up a bill at your
local jewellery store
– was
advice Frank handed out –
fools feed at tables laid by
men
[he spoke his prizes]

Cole Porter undid songs –
meeting in words – Kate’s
kiss did him in/ Never slip
a carat-fat brooch as love

or lust’s oiling – Frank said
& don’t work to an openin’
of thighs [not without first
gauging your cost of gold]
& your old trading position

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