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In Montreal
Ste. Catherine’s St.
A Metro cab
Dumps its load,
Four lads
From up the valley,
Renfrew way.
Stevey, Paul, Tim and Dunc,
Loose in la Métropole.
Hockey jackets,
Baseball caps,
The rolling gait of sailors
Or those tender souls
Not used to distilled spirits.
The sign proclaims
In neon polyglot;
“Green Door
Club/Bar
Danceuses Nues/
Nude Dancers”
Paul sniffs the air
Coyote smile then laughs,
“This city has amenities
You won’t see in the ’frew.”
Then through the door
And up the stairs.
Ti-Claude, the bouncer
Shows them to a table
Butt up against the stage
And waits palm out.
“Stay off the stage mes gars,
And if you touch the talent,
We break your finger.”
Naughty Wanda is the first to peel
And what a peach.
Coyote is all eyes and teeth,
But Tim is cool.
He feigns indifference
To Wanda’s hot amenity.
Stevey, too polite to drool,
Simply licks his lips.
Dunc is less restrained.
In the shadows women come and go
Talking of cheap fellatio.
Celeste follows Wanda,
Then the fair Ginette;
Snatches of amenity.
The boys suck back
Three rounds of frosted stubbies.
It’s hot beside the stage
And Dunc is feeling dizzy.
He puts his head down
On the table.
It’s Bubba out for forty winks.
Time for Wanda’s second set
The metered click of six inch spikes
Snicker 'cross the stage.
She gives the evil eye
To hapless Dunc
Head slobbered to the table.
Ti-Claude saunters over
To wake the prostrate giant.
He shakes the lunk and finds
His heart has stopped.