Cosmic Vibe Over Lunch

More than a foursome over lunch

we were a quartet. Adele and I fed lines

to Gayle and Tommy in a singing conversation

over the menu as the American songbook.

Every dish, a cue. Avocado on the side led to

Frim-fram sauce and chafafa on the side,

an oldie but goodie from Nat Cole. 

Don’t bother morphed into 

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered.

We were aligned but not to be eclipsed.

(We looked at each other in the same way then.)

We found a cosmic music of the spheres in falafel,

the harmonic hum in the salad bowl. 

You say tomayto, I say tomahto.  

Tell the waiter, Anything Goes.

We sang our way through the dread.

At the drop of, Is that all there is,

Gayle became Peggy Lee.

Then let’s keep dancing, Tommy chimed in

over the omelet and salmon wrap

We were bewitched; we were beguiled.