At 6:30 in terror, he drove like Andretti
With a curtain to catch at 7 o’clock
And miles to go Before getting stuck in Broadway traffic,
Trying to find a parking lot,
Then run to the theater
To meet his wife…
By quarter of.
And even worse he had their tickets,
At 150 bucks apiece…
Fifth row center, orchestra…
Her birthday present,
Which he had to buy
Six months in advance,
Six months of eager anticipation…
The play of the year…
No seating after the curtain goes up
It says on the tickets.
On thinner reeds of spousal indifference
Have cases for marital break ups been built.