Cocktail Hour

Had enough Tom Collins to
float a damn yacht hell
I don't like martini
but I'll drink what you got
too near the waitress
she had bees in that hairdo
and a face that showed it
when she smiled
at a lawyer
she frowned back
guess no hour's happy
when it ain't billed
a better mousetrap
ya don't need cheese
I sent her over a sidecar
but she took a taxi-cab
calloway on the juke
and smoke in the lamp
shades stained the ceiling
brown in satin rings
true every word ain'tcha
had a happy hour in
a newyorican minute?