Interval notes: All the beautiful people, darling

All the beautiful people, darling, are at the opera house tonight. They’re wearing their tasteful sparkles, darling. At interval their drinks order’s laid out. Atop the bar, an isle in the crowd, a row of champagne bottles direct their corks: To a man with an eye-patch who conducts with a dress ring of diamanté. At

PROFESSIONS

There are all these Tonys of the world: Italian, Greek, Portuguese, Lebanese, Eastern European, who own sewing-machine shops, grocery stores, corner cafés and sometimes sell insurance. Anthony, Antonin, Antonio and the more Teutonic, Anton. But Anton was the opera singer after he’d worked for a while on the railway. — Another poem for possible inclusion