Hey, Hey, Hey
[a night at the opera]
Wolf glances up
through the glass walls
which line the kitchen.
People, waiting to be seated,
stare in
at the kitchen exhibit
of controlled chaos.
Wolf spots Miss Tiggers
in her black dress,
cut low
freckled cleavage
and then goes back to
making deserts.
He spins around
and takes some more orders
from the printer
as it prints ’em out;
and goes about
building plates of sugar, flour, and cream.
He starts to hum
and a song comes out
from under this breath,
as he puts the desserts
upon the stainless steel shelf
and begins the next order.
‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
lookin’ thro’ the window of my cage.
watching her with my gaze.
singin’
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’
Wolf spins around.
opens the cooler door behind him,
grabs a Crème Brule
and spins back around.
to the rhythm of the song in his head.
‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’
He rolls Raw Sugar
over the top of it,
levels it out.
reaches out,
grabs the torch,
precedes to light it,
and then flips it,
singing his little song.
‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
looking thro’ the window
kinda going crazy
thinking ’bout a lady.
singing
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’
He drops the Crème Brule on a plate;
he’d ready on the stainless steel shelf
drops a Madeleine on the top,
dusts it with powdered sugar,
and starts to the next order,
singing.
‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’
Smyon-Pa 