The street although indicated on the official plan of the city still consists of board fences and rubbish heaps One makes one's way only by leaping across at the risk of puddles and mudholes At the end of the unfinished boulevard which powerful arc lamps illumine is the Black Bean Club which is also a matrimonial agency Topped with a felt sombrero or a cap with earmuffs Hard faced The men climb out of their 60-horse-poweron its first tripsign in consult the picture albums Choose their fiancée who at a cable will board the Kaiser Wilhelm at Cherbourg and come full steam They are mainly German Dressed in black with swanskin hose a boy of glacial correctness opens the door and suspiciously sizes up the newcomer I drink a cocktail a whisky then a second then a third Then a mint-julep, a mother's milk, a prairie-oyster, and a night-cap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE KEEPING-ROOM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AFTER ALL SUFFERING by EDWARD CARPENTER DOVECOTT MILL: 3. THE MILL by PHOEBE CARY BROKEN RHYTHMS; IN A MEXICAN LABOR CAMP by AMANDA MATHEWS CHASE |